Failed the Beta Screen Ch. 05

And so began her intensive therapy.

Nearly everyday Cindy would be brought to a treatment room with varying degrees of reluctance and fucked up her ass. Usually by Dr. Valiknakov herself, but often by another member of the training staff. She was not, however, brought to orgasm. The doctor would not reward her rebellious behavior again.

Now was the crude drudgery of slowly leading a subject to capitulate to her own innermost desires. In her current state, psychotherapy would be all but useless. The girl was unwilling to even have a civil conversation with the doctor. She needed Cindy to at least outwardly submit and obey before they could get to the fascinating work of crafting the nascent beta's new sexuality. But more than that, she needed her to realize deeply that she longed to be taken, to be dominated.

This part tended to be repetitive and frustrating, sometimes lasting weeks, but the good doctor did her best to avoid boredom and find joy in her work.

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In one of her first sessions, Cindy found herself on her back, folded in two with her hands and ankles both tied above her head. Between her spread legs, she watched the doctor calmly smear thick lubricant over a thick strap-on dildo.

"Alright Cindy, today we're going to play a game called 'To Cum or Not to Cum While Being Fucked In the Ass.' I'm going to stuff your little bottom full of this nice fat cock and give you a good fucking. You can scream and buck and do all that prissy dramatic reluctance shit you like to do. It's all the same to me. When I'm almost finished with you, I'll take your gag out and that will be the moment for your only decision of the day. If you want to cum, you'll say 'My name is Cindy, I'm a beta and I love being fucked in the ass.' If you don't want to cum, you'll do anything else. Clear? Great!"

The first time they played this game, when the gag came out, Cindy hesitated. For a moment, the doctor thought Cindy might be a prodigy, breaking in the first round, but then she said, "I'm never going to say that."

The gag went back in and the fucking resumed. An alarm went off whenever the sensors detected Cindy was close to orgasm. "Oh ho, naughty girl, was that your plan? To try to steal an orgasm?" The doctor pulled out leaving her hanging. Cindy moaned pathetically with unmet need. "Only betas who accept betahood get to cum," the doctor lectured the tied-down trollop. Then she took off her harness and humped Cindy's gagged face, sliding the girl's nose through her slit until she came.

Technically the doctor didn't need to have an orgasm for Cindy's therapy, but it didn't hurt and the doctor found the procedure fiercely arousing. What kind of hospital working conditions would require the medical staff to go around pent up, stifling the arousal they were forced to endure as part of their duties?

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The next morning, as she did every morning, Dr. V reviewed the relevant surveillance footage on all her patients in her office.

Her screen showed a night vision camera's recording of Cindy tossing and turning in bed. After a spell, the girl threw off her bedsheet and ripped the bottom drawer open in her bedside table.

Dr. V smiled at the girl's dismay.

Of course, she'd had the vibrator removed. No shortcuts.

Cindy tried to go back to sleep, but her slutty body would just not leave her alone. The bedsheet was tossed aside again, and Cindy's hand traveled down between her legs. It ignored her limp clit completely, going straight for her asshole, sliding her middle finger slowly inside while breathing hard.

"Good girl, Cindy," V said in her office, her own hand down the front of her own panties in solidarity.

She wished the girl luck bringing herself to an anal orgasm with only her slender fingers. Her stretched-out beta anus needed something thicker by now. Like the nice fat strap-on cock the doctor would offer her in tomorrow's session.

The image of the girl's frustration reminded the doctor of the Spanish word for dildo: consolador. Literally consoler or comforter. The little slut's asshole was in desperate need of some consolation now.

The doctor's finger slid easily through her slick folds as she watched. She was about to cum when her phone rang annoyingly. "Yes?!" Dr. V answered trying to keep her voice even, failing to keep all the annoyance and arousal out of it.

"Sorry to bother you, doctor, but it's Cindy Thompson's parents again. This is the fifth time they've called this week, and if they can't see their son... erhm daughter, they're threatening all sorts of things, making a stink in the press, suing the state, involving the board..."

"Ughhh," the daughter groaned in frustration, "why can't these people ever manifest a scintilla of gratitude for what we do?"

"I know, doctor," the secretary consoled in a baby voice to convey her sympathy, "no good deed goes unpunished, right?"

"You got that right. Alright, give them a meeting with me, next week, late next week."

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Cindy chewed her oatmeal miserably. She knew she was losing.

She had accepted she was a beta at this point. If she wasn't always, she was now. Her dick was limp almost all the time except when the doctor had her bent over and her butt stuffed. She had little breasts growing on her chest, and now her nipples stiffened with her arousal and gave her sexual pleasure when they were touched. She wanted cock up her ass constantly. It was almost all she thought about.

She knew it was a losing game, but she was determined at a deep level that she was going to resist as long as she could. To prove to herself she wasn't a weak little bitch. Even though she looked like one. Even though the science apparently said she was one. Even though she felt like one. Cindy Thompson was going to hold out.

But even now, here at the breakfast table, she couldn't focus on the other girls' conversation because she was looking forward to her afternoon therapy session, imagining what depraved act the doctor would perform on her. Her anus twitched in her panties.

"You doin ok?"

Cindy looked up. The blue-haired girl, Tara, had not said much to her before. As the only two girls at their table who didn't openly embrace betahood, you'd think they would have spoken more. But they usually ate in silence, listening to the other girls rave about the Institute's treatments and how good their freshly fucked assholes felt.

"Uh yeah, thanks." Cindy replied, studying Tara as if the explanation for this sudden change in behavior might be written somewhere on her face.

"I know it can be hard. At first. It took me over a month before I learned how to let myself stretch and properly accept the penetration. The cream in the purple tube that they stock in our bathrooms really helps with the soreness."

Cindy looked her in the eye. She seemed completely genuine. If only she knew that Cindy was struggling with the opposite problem.

"Oh. Thanks Tara. You doin ok?"

The tough-looking girl blushed uncharacteristically. "Yeah I'm good." She looked back at Cindy, unsure of how much to share, before pressing forward, "actually, I've mostly figured out the bottoming stuff at this point. But now, they're teaching me how to top, you know as a beta 1 I'm expected to switch, and it's surprisingly difficult. I mean, you'd think it would be more natural, but now that I'm a beta, it's totally different."

Cindy really had no idea what the striking girl was talking about, but she could tell that the words were hard for Tara to say and she really appreciated the attempt to be vulnerable and make an emotional connection. Cindy surprised herself by reaching out and giving Tara's hand a little squeeze.

"Hey. Hang in there." Cindy managed a weak smile. Tara returned it.

It was the emotional high of Cindy's life as a beta so far.

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Dr. V's upper lip twitched as she read the report on Cindy's afternoon therapy session.

Cindy frustratingly would just not submit. Her progress had stalled. She would not say the words Dr. V wanted her to say. She just kept torturing herself.

And thereby torturing Dr. V.

There was a good chance that the girl was enjoying her torture, Dr. V recognized. That she relished being tied down and taken. That she feared the loss of this newfound pleasure if she submitted and ended the game. That her stubborn rebelliousness allowed her to ignore the reality of her own betahood. If Cindy's own need for an orgasm didn't exceed her need to rebel and to be endlessly edged, Dr. V knew she would need to change her tactics. And do so soon.

The good doctor was getting nervous. The girl's parents were scheduled to arrive in two days, and she wasn't ready. Dr. V was running several different strategies to break the girl down, but it didn't seem like any of them would succeed in time. The increased intensity of the nocturnal subliminal audio messages and higher dosage of the aphrodisiacs they had her on would take time to work. The grainy night-vision video of their daughter fingering her own asshole would likely not be enough to convince them that she was in the right place.

The light in Dr. V's office stayed on late in to the night as she considered and plotted and planned.

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The secretary looked up to see the older man marching back towards her desk for the third time since he and his wife had arrived. His shoulders were squared. His fists were clenched. He looked pissed.

"Ma'am, we've been waiting for over an hour! If Dr. Vali... Dr. Vanikov... if she thinks she can-"

Her phone rang, interrupting him.

"Excuse me one moment, sir," the secretary reached for the phone with relief. "Dr. Valiknakov's office," she answered cheerily. Thank God.

She set the phone back down. "You can go right in now, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson." the secretary announced with a big smile as if she had just performed a minor miracle.

She received only death glares in return from both of them as they moved past her into Dr. V's office. The secretary sighed.

It was like this for many of the families at the beginning. Betahood was a hard thing for many of them to accept. Many parents felt responsible, that in some way that had caused it or hadn't nipped it in the bud.

But almost all of them were happy with the final product in the end. A happy, self-actualized beta is a beautiful thing to witness. The Thompsons would probably be back in a few months with an apologetic fruit basket, the secretary thought to herself pleasantly as she went back to work.

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"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson! I remember you from the screening. Come in, please sit down."

Neither of them took a seat. "We're here to see Tim. We demand to see our son, doctor!" Mr. Thompson practically roared at her.

Dr. V had dealt with some irate family members in her career, but even so she felt a little intimidated as she watched a vein throb in the man's temple. She didn't think it would be necessary, but she found some reassurance in the panic button under her desk that could bring security in rapidly if needed.

"I can see that you're upset. You obviously care for your child a great deal as one would expect from a loving father and mother. Please, let's take a deep breath, sit down, and discuss this rationally."

The couple remained stony-faced but reluctantly descended into their chairs.

"Thank you. Now, I gather that you are questioning your child's legal name, gender, and possibly even her betahood?"

Mrs. Thompson spoke up now. "You made it all sound so official at the screening. So did the counselor and that judge. But we've been doing our own research and not all doctors agree with the beta laws..."

Dr. V sighed knowingly. "Not all doctors agree that vaccines and antibiotics are useful either. There are always a few quacks with their own theories on reality. But the results of the beta program are clear. Since we began, suicide rates have plummeted, and both betas and those they serve report higher quality of life and some of the highest sexual satisfaction scores ever recorded in the psychological literature. The Beta Treatment Institute is endorsed by numerous beta advocacy groups, and I can refer you to numerous testimonials from successful betas who have benefitted from our program, some of whom have even volunteered to be available as mentors to new betas and their families-"

Mr. Thompson held up his hands to stop her. "That's all well and good for the real betas, the ones who really need all this, but we're just don't think Tim is one of them."

"Listen, no one ever thinks this will happen to them. That their kid will have to deal with something like this. But Cindy... and I'm sorry I do need to call her by her legal name... Cindy is not a borderline case. She's a class 3 for God's sake! As I'm sure you'll recall from her screening, her cumulative beta index was was more than three standard deviations above the mean!"

The two of them stared back at the doctor, unconvinced by the technical jargon.

"We even showed you her screening video!" the doctor exclaimed in exasperation.

Mrs. Thompson spoke up, "If we could just see him and talk to him to make sure he's doing ok..."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Thompson, but that is out of the question. Cindy is in a very vulnerable place right now. She's undergoing intensive therapy, and she's on the cusp of a breakthrough in really being able to accept herself and move forward in her treatment path. I can't risk any outside influences for the time being."

Hearing the words 'intensive therapy' and that their child was not 'able to accept herself' triggered the Thompsons.

Mr. Thompson spoke in a determined, low register, "We need to see... her. We're not leaving until we see Cindy." The words were quiet, controlled, and final.

Dr. V shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry to see how anxious you both are, and I can understand it, but again Cindy's health is my first responsibility. No visitors are allowed."

"We're not leaving until we see her." He practically growled the words.

"Mr. Thompson, I can have security escort you out if necessary."

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say. He launched up out of his chair and stuck his finger in the doctor's face. "You force us to leave and you make us your enemy for life. We'll call our congressman. Our senator. We'll call every newspaper and TV station. Everyone and anyone who will listen!"

"Please doctor! We just want to see... her," Mrs. Thompson chimed in, trying to play the reasonable good cop to her husband's bad cop.

In truth, they had no smoking gun to go to the press with, no secret to expose. But Cindy's case was unusual in how long she was taking to progress, and the doctor wanted to avoid any bad publicity if possible.

Dr. V made a big show of taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out before making eye contact again with the two of them. She took a conciliatory posture and spoke in a softer voice, "Technically, this is a violation of Cindy's privacy, but if it will help reassure you that she's in the right place..."

The doctor turned her computer monitor so that the Thompson's could see the screen. With her face full of faux-reluctance, she opened the video footage.

"This is video from Cindy's room, taken yesterday."

The Thompson's watched a cute pink-haired girl pacing in front of her bed.

"That's Tim?" Mrs. Thompson said in a hushed voice, almost to herself.

"That's Cindy," the doctor corrected. The camera footage was pristine, well-edited with multiple angles, zoomed in enough that they could clearly recognized their child's face. There was even audio included.

In the video, Cindy stopped pacing. She seemed perturbed. Suddenly one of her hands shot down between her legs while the other moved up into her hair as she arched her head back lewdly. She pulled her nightgown hurriedly over her head, leaving her topless in just her pink panties.

"She has breasts," Ms. Thompson couldn't keep herself from narrating.

"Yes, her mammary glands are developing nicely," the doctor added.

Ms. Thompson reached for her husband's hand, consoling each other as they watched the difficult video.

Now Cindy moved to her knees next to what appeared to be a horse saddle that was on the floor next to her bed. A bright pink dildo stood up from its seat.

"What is that thing?" Mrs. Thompson asked. Her husband gave his wife a look that said 'C'mon we all know what that is.'

"Her urges have gotten stronger recently. We had that moved into her room so that she could deal with them safely, without risking hurting herself."

The three of them awkwardly watched Cindy begin fellating the dildo on her knees with her back arched, raising her pink lace thong-clad ass up towards the camera. The sounds she made were absolutely pornographic. Her parents felt a pang of guilt intruding on her privacy. Dr. V felt herself getting wet.

When Cindy popped up, slid her panties off, and straddled the dildo, her parents noticed how feminine her limp, hairless clitty looked. How her generous backside had swelled to give her a womanly figure. They could also see the thickened rim around her puckered asshole, which seemed to open on its own as Cindy lowered herself onto the sex toy. It looked like... well, it looked like a well-used fuckhole.

Cindy's asshole accepted the penetration easily, swallowing half the shaft before she slowed her hips' descent and gradually slid the rest of the way into the saddle, hilting the cock inside her.

And then she began to ride. You could see the warring angst and ecstasy on Cindy's face as she sodomized herself. The microphone picked up the girl's soft moans.

All three voyeurs began to feel aroused - uncomfortably for the Thompsons, while Dr. V was quite enjoying her fifth viewing of the video.

"Turn it off," Mrs. Thompson said regretfully.

"Let me just show you how happy she is at the end," the doctor fast-forwarded the video, making Cindy appear to bounce comically fast on the rubber dick, "here we go." Pressing play, the video returned to normal speed and the audio resumed.

"Hooahhh, hoahhh, hoahhhhh!" Cindy was almost screaming as she fucked herself to orgasm. Her little dick stiffened and began to dribble watery cum while her anus contracted around the stiff pole filling her rear. Cindy's eyes went cross-eyed before rolling back in her skull as a goofy little smile appeared on her face.

"Okay!" Mrs. Thompson shot to her feet, clearly having passed her discomfort threshold. "I've seen enough!"

Dr. V paused the video. "Again I didn't want to invade Cindy's privacy any more than necessary, but I hope you understand a bit better now."

"We.... we... didn't understand," Mr. Thompson apologized, flustered.

"Quite alright. She is making progress. I am hopeful she may be ready to receive visitors as soon as a few weeks from now," Dr. V reassured them as she escorted the Thompsons out of her office.

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Cindy was horny. Again. Always.

The saddle cock they'd let her ride for some reason had taken the edge off, but they had promptly removed it this morning. Had it been placed in her room in error? Or was the doctor trying something new? The questions piqued her curiosity, but her desire to masturbate dominated her thoughts.

Now she sat on the bench at the little desk watching the approved beta videos. She idly sucked on two of her fingers, tonguing them with the same gusto and rhythm that the whore on the screen was using to blow a man's massive penis.

Two fingers on her other hand were pressed deep in her ass. She had her hand slid down the back of her panties, but they kept getting in the way. Now she tugged them down, so she sat on the bench with her panties pulled down under her cheeks, which hung off the back of the bench so that her hole was fully accessible. Her fingers re-entered her, sliding deep in her rear tunnel. Perfect.

Suddenly, there was a short knock at the door before her nurse Pam entered. Cindy managed to yank her fingers out of her butthole and her mouth as she sprang up from her seat, but she didn't manage to get her panties up so her limp clitty flopped lewdly as she moved, glistening with the precum she'd been leaking. She quickly pulled up her underwear and stuffed her little dick inside.

Pam grinned. It was moments like these that reassured her she was doing righteous work. She loved everything about these little beta sluts. Adorable!

"Afternoon, Cindy! The institute is full, but more little beta sisters are still in need of treatment." Pam announced with a certain flourish. She was clearly having a good day.

Cindy blinked back at her in confusion.

"Sorry. I meant to say that girls who have been here longer are being cohorted." Pam clarified.

Cindy's look of confusion remained.

"A new girl needs this room. You're being transferred. C'mon, get dressed. Let's go."

"What? Transferred to where?"

"You're going to have a roommate."

Cindy brightened at this. Loneliness had become one of her biggest burdens.

"Who?"

"You'll see!" Pam said with a teasing smile.

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A short walk later, they came to a door just like the one that led to Cindy's room. Pam knocked twice, scanned her ID card, and then the door beeped and slid open.

Cindy's face lit up with excitement at the blue pigtails on the girl facing away from them.

Tara was watching a training video at her desk, just like Cindy had been. Except Tara appeared to be buck naked. Her ass seemed to be stuffed with a bright blue dildo that was built into the seat of her bench.

Just like Cindy, Tara was mortified to be walked in on in such a compromising state.

"Oh shit!" she stammered in alarm when she looked over her shoulder and saw them both standing there. She stood up in a panic, apparently forgetting that she had a foot of silicone cock up her ass. She groaned as her anus protested the violent, rapid exit of her toy. "God Pam, don't you knock?!"

Cindy caught a glimpse of beautifully gaped asshole as the other girl scampered to her closet. The rubber dick that bobbed lewdly on the bench with a sheen of lubricant looked bigger than anything she thought she had taken in her own ass.

But what most caught Cindy's eye was the rock-hard erection bobbing between Tara's legs. Cindy almost couldn't remember what it felt like to have a full erection like that. Like a dream or a story about someone else's life. What else is different between the beta 1 and beta 3 classes she wondered.

"We did knock," Pam called after the girl, "You were just too... preoccupied to notice." The mirth in Pam's voice was obvious. She thought this was all hilarious. "Don't worry," she added, "I walked in on Cindy fingering her sissy pussy five minutes ago!"

"Pam!" Cindy exclaimed at this betrayal. Where was her professionalism as a nurse?

But Pam just grinned. Her glee seemed so genuine and innocent that Cindy couldn't suppress an embarrassed smile in response.

"Cindy here is going to be your roommate until further notice," Pam called loudly to Tara in the closet.

Then she turned to Cindy in a normal voice. "I'll have someone bring your clothes soon. There's plenty of space in the closet for both yours and Tara's things." Pam turned to leave. "You two have a few hours to get better acquainted before afternoon therapy."

She was almost out the door when Cindy had a realization.

"Wait, where do I sleep?" she called after Pam.

Pam called back over her shoulder, "The king size bed is more than big enough for both of you," before the door slid shut behind her.

Cindy gulped processing this new information.

"I'll be right out!" Tara called from the closet.

"Take your time" Cindy answered, eyeing the other girl's computer. She couldn't help but notice the image frozen on the screen.

The video was paused from the point of view of someone getting their cock sucked. Apparently quite vigorously judging by the tight grip of the hand in the girl's hair, the mascara running down her cheeks, and the sheen of spittle coating her lips and chin. The girl's breasts were slightly out of focus, but they were clearly massive with erect nipples. The look of submission and adoration in the girl's eyes as she stared longingly into the camera with that cock in her mouth - it made Cindy's pelvic muscles tighten, reminding her of her emptiness.

But what most caught Cindy's attention was the color of the girl's hair. Just like Cindy's. It was pink.

Tara came back into the room, and Cindy quickly looked away from the monitor.

"Hey." Tara had dressed in hot pink sweatpants that rode low on her hips, revealing the straps of her brilliant blue high-waisted thong at the sides. A crop top in the same blue color that matched her hair, her nails, and her lipstick, revealed a sparkling sapphire pierced through the girl's navel. She looked fucking hot. Feminine but fierce. Cindy couldn't help but check out her crotch and the impressive bulge there.

Cindy felt like a little girl by comparison in her ruffled white skirt and pink pastel halter top. She felt like she'd shown up to an important meeting unprepared and unkempt. She had ignored all the makeup they'd provided in protest of course. And the hair care. And the nail polish. Though lately she'd taken to wearing some of the more risque pink lacy panties. The silky thong straps just felt too good between her cheeks to resist. She found the gentle touch of the fabric against her anus strangely comforting.

"Hey." Cindy replied lamely back.

The two girls looked away awkwardly both desperately thinking of what to say, both eyeing and rejecting the only conversation piece in the room: the shiny dildo sticking up from her chair.

"So, Pam only just told me about this roommate thing just before she brought me here..." Cindy offered as an excuse. She considered complaining about the arrangement and how she wouldn't impose on the other girl's space if she had a choice. But what if the other girl felt as lonely as she did?

"Yeah, this is the first I heard of it too."

Silence again. This time they didn't look away. Cindy felt her heart speed up as Tara looked her in the eye. In that moment, Cindy wanted her and if she wasn't imagining it, Tara wanted her too.

As sexual as Cindy's time at the Institute had been, everything so far had been strangely detached, clinical, impersonal. As if her sexuality had no relation to romance.

Romance was too strong a word. She barely knew Tara. But she desired her. She knew what she wanted in that moment. She wanted Tara to fuck her. She wasn't sure if she'd ever had a thought was so much clarity.

"Well welcome!" Tara said without breaking eye contact, a playful smile coming to her lips as she gestured to the rest of the room like a mock tour guide.

The conversation remained stilted. Both of them carefully avoiding danger topics like dildos and sexual preferences, which was remarkably difficult since such things made up most of their recent lives. But it wasn't awkward anymore. They could sense each other's positive intent and interest in becoming friends... maybe more.

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That night, Cindy squirmed in bed, lying there in the dark just a few feet apart from Tara, hornier than ever before in her life.

She knew the situation was contrived. She could see the doctor's handiwork everywhere. The sudden appearance of the saddle cock in her room, the new unexpected roommate situation, the pink-haired girl in Tara's video - the doctor was up to something. She was always scheming. Cindy felt like she was in some elaborate social experiment and hell, they were living in a damn psychiatric institute, they probably were.

Still, Cindy knew how she was feeling. Maybe she was just desperate for a human connection, maybe it was just the drugs that were making her feel so frisky, maybe she was just a slut and it was just her body that wanted Tara's body. But her feelings were real, engineered or not.

Five minutes ago, she had given in to temptation. Sliding her hand down into her panties as surreptitiously as she could manage, Cindy hated the idea that Tara might notice and feel uneasy that the girl she'd been forced to share her room and her bed with was some kind of creepy pervert. But that wasn't enough to stop her.

She slipped off her underwear, telling herself that it was too hot (she was feeling warm...) but also loving the thrill, the secret intimacy of being naked in the same bed as Tara.

Now she had her middle finger buried in her backside. Her hot wet channel clutched her digit longingly. It did nothing to take the edge off the passions growing in her loins. Instead it inflamed them.

As she slid her finger in and out of her anus, she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her eyes were shut, but her vision was filled with fantasies of Tara. Her metallic blue lips pursing for a kiss, her eyes gleaming with lust as she looked down on Cindy, her pigtails flying as she threw her head back in pleasure.

And then she sensed motion. Cindy froze.

Yes, it was there, a subtle shifting in the mattress, a gentle vibration in the sheet. She looked over at Tara quickly. The room was dark, but there was enough ambient light that she could see the rough shape of the girl next to her in the bed.

The motion seemed to have stopped when Cindy looked over, but she saw the girl was pitching an impressive tent in the sheet. Her mouth watered as she pictured the circus pole supporting that big top.

Then the other girl started moving again. Cindy could clearly see her moving her hand under the sheet at waist level. Tara was jerking off.

Cindy's arousal spiked so high that she saw pink. She forced herself to slip her finger out of her ass and roll onto her side, turning away from Tara so that she wouldn't be tempted to crawl over and beg to suck her cock.

The rustling sound of Tara jerking off quieted. Could she have cum that quietly?

A moment later, Cindy felt the mattress depress behind her. She rolled back onto her back to find Tara crouching over. Her eyes shone with serious animal lust.

"I'm sorry," Tara said in a low husky voice that contained no apology.

Then she gently pulled the sheet down, revealing Cindy's nude body. It was a body built for sin. Her breasts were still growing, now B cups, and her nipples were hard like diamonds at the moment. Cindy raised her hands up and back towards her shoulders, like a puppy dog begging on its back, subconsciously surrendering to the other girl's stare. Simultaneously, she spread her legs and lifted her knees, submissively offering herself.

Tara's mouth dropped open silently as she drank in the image of the meek beta 3 naked in her bed. The doctor was a fucked up woman, but at that moment, Tara felt only gratitude for putting them in this situation.

"You're... you're just so sexy. And I'm so horny for you. And I heard you moving over here, and-"

"Shhhh-it's ok" Cindy knitted her brow as she tried to compose what she wanted to say while restraining her body from kicking out to wrap her legs around Tara.

When Cindy spoke again it was in a silky, unwavering voice, "I want this for me. I want you. I want to have sex on my own terms for once. Please Tara," she looked up at the the blue-haired girl, her eyes wet with emotion, "Don't make me beg."

Tara's lips crushed the smaller girl's. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as Tara moved between Cindy's spread legs. Cindy moaned with anticipation as she felt the other girl's stiff prick poking her. Tara spread Cindy's thighs and pushed them toward her chest.

Tara's cock slid into Cindy's asshole like a hot knife through butter. "Mmmmm," Cindy moaned into the other girl's mouth in pleasure and gratitude. Her now well-trained rectum welcomed the girl's penis inside, gently squeezing and releasing, coaxing it deeper.

Tara's lips released hers, moving down her neck with hungry, vacuum-powered kisses as Tara's hips began to thrust in and out of her woman.

She'd barely made it half a dozen strokes when Cindy cried out beneath her, crushing their bodies together with her legs and arms. Tara felt hot wetness splash between their bellies. 'Holy shit,' she thought, 'this girl just came hands-free on my cock. What a beta!' She didn't pull away, allowing Cindy to ride out her orgasm, enjoying the rhythmic contractions of the girl's sheath and the smutty stickiness gluing them together.

Finally Tara felt Cindy's limbs relax, and she pulled out for a moment. She looked down at Cindy's gape in fascination. "Your cunt is the same color as your hair." She grinned back up at Cindy.

The girl was still panting to catch her breath, but she looked randy, unsatisfied, and hungry for more. Tara swiped a fingertip through the prodigious puddle of cum that Cindy's limp little clitty had somehow produced. She brought her finger up to her mouth and gave it a tentative lick. Sweet and salty, not bitter like her own issue.

She gathered another dollop and fed it to Cindy, stuffing her finger deep in the girl's mouth and coating her tongue. Cindy sucked on her finger submissively, keeping eye contact the whole time until Tara plucked her cleaned digit from the girl's lips.

"Fuck me, Tara. I need you inside me again."

Tara grinned down at the little vixen. "Ride me."

Cindy fucking loved riding dick. As she bounced herself on Tara's fat cock, loving the girl's hands on her hips and slap of her pelvis on her buttocks as she thrust up to meet her. She held onto the girl's larger breasts like reins. "Cum for me baby, cum up my ass!"

"No." Tara denied her pulling hard on her hair, forcing a yelp from her as her ride was brought to a halt. She silently thanked Tara for taking the lead. The girl's strong grip in her hair made her grind herself indecently in Tara's lap.

"Get on your hands and knees. I've wanted to pound that fat butt of yours for weeks."

"Ooooh!" Cindy squealed at the naughtiness of this new revelation as she scrambled into doggy position.

Tara humped her booty, pumping her cute little hole full of dick. Cindy was in her element, loving every second, every slap of Tara's bigger balls against hers.

A pang of guilt hit her when she realized that her sissy pussy missed the doctor's rough fucking. She squeezed her asshole for all she was worth, trying to increase her discomfort and goad her lover into power fucking her.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum," Tara growled while nuzzling her neck, losing her rhythm in frenetic shallow strokes, "I'm going to cum in your asshole." And then she did.

Cindy felt validated as the other girl held her, feeling the dick in her ass twitching, painting her insides white. She had pleasured her lover with her anus. It felt even better than her own orgasm had.

Finally, Tara pulled out and collapsed next to her, dragging Cindy down to take up her position as the little spoon. "Thank you Cindy" Tara whispered as Cindy felt the first drop of cum trickle out of her gaped asshole. It felt great to be held in Tara's arms.

"The pleasure was mine," Cindy muttered as she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Cindy and Tara were quiet at the breakfast table as usual, listening to the other girls gossip and chitchat. But unlike usual, they both wore little smiles on their faces. Their shared secret.

They didn't look into each others' eyes. They didn't play footsie under the table. They just ate and smiled. Cindy was sure the oatmeal that morning was the best she'd ever tasted.

Before they had a chance to reenact the night's exploits, Tara had to go to her morning therapy session. Cindy laid in bed, smelling the other girl on the sheets, looking forward to her own approaching therapy session.

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"Say the words Cindy."

"No." She said it with a big smile on her face, like a bratty girl delightedly refusing her vegetables, waiting to see how her mother would react.

"Oh Cindy! Cindy, Cindy, Cindy," the doctor scolded with a knowing smile on her face as she stuffed the ball gag back into the girl's mouth and strapped it tightly around her head. The doctor lovingly stroked her pink hair. "Did you enjoy taking your little girl friend's dick last night? I bet it felt great finally getting some cream up your ass, huh?"

Cindy looked back at the doctor in alarm. She had long suspected that privacy was an illusion here, but hearing the doctor confirm it was unsettling. And there was something vaguely threatening in the way she said it.

"Did you make a big deal of it? Having sweet, loving, consensual anal sex? Maybe it made you feel normal? Like you might not be a class 3 who longs to be tied down and pounded, but maybe you could be a transexual lesbian in a sexual relationship among equals? I bet that was a nice fantasy, yeah." The doctor petted her hair patronizingly like a little girl.

Cindy lowered her head to the bench, a sinking feeling hollowing out her chest as the doctor's words cut deep into her. She seemed to know Cindy's innermost thoughts.

The girl was in the classic training position, strapped down over the bench on all fours. She'd been stripped of her dress and her panties, now wearing only her bra, her knee socks, and her sneakers.

The doctor pulled her strap-on out of the girl's clutching anus and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. Despite the worried thoughts swirling in her head, Cindy whined softly into her gag, her butthole protesting the loss of its lover. The doctor's voice whispered directly into her consciousness.

"But the sex wasn't quite right, was it? Didn't give you the feeling you get here, did it? Strapped down, humping your little ass back on my cock like a bitch in heat, searching for an orgasm you know will be denied, you love it here."

Cindy's face flushed. The doctor's words struck a chord with her. Part of Cindy very much enjoyed her sessions with the doctor.

Cindy shook her head back and forth, trying to deny the truth of the doctor's words. 'No, no, no,' she thought, wishing they were lies. Tears came to her eyes when she couldn't convince herself the doctor was wrong.

The doctor gave her a little tap on the tush in a consoling gesture. "It's alright, Cindy. Tara's getting better at topping, but she's still a beta. She'll never be able to give you what you need. Beta 3's like you are special. You have very specific needs. You don't want to make love, you want to be taken."

Cindy didn't want to listen to this anymore. She started to struggle in her bonds. "No! No! No!" she screamed into her gag between sobs.

"I know why you disobey, Cindy; you may not, but I know. You know you're a beta as well as I do. You're not resisting, you're not in denial; you're just trying to provoke me. Trying to keep our little sexual torture game going. Trying to escalate, to get me to take the gloves off and give you the extreme domination you crave. You're crying out for correction."

While staring at Cindy's adorable little gape, she spoke to the orderly standing guard without looking away from the girl's ass. "You should use her now. She would benefit from a man's dick inside her."

Both Cindy and the orderly cocked their heads up at this statement.

"Um, ma'am?" the orderly asked assuming he'd misheard. Sure, almost everyone on staff enjoyed playing with the betas from time to time, but it wasn't exactly sanctioned. And it never went as far as fucking.

Dr. V reassured him. "I'm perfectly serious. Difficult girls like Cindy often hold on to foolish frontiers that they haven't crossed yet. 'Sure I've cum from being fucked with a strap-on, but not a man's cock, so therefore I'm not a beta.' 'I've been fucked by a man, but I've never been creampied, so therefore I'm not a beta.' ' I've been creampied, but I've never gone ass to mouth, so therefore I'm not a beta.' It can be really destructive to the beta's mental health, sometimes delaying the psychological healing for months. So really, you'd be doing her, well both of us really, a huge favor by shooting a load up her rectum. And she needs it rough. This is important. Don't fuck her like she's your girlfriend. Fuck her like a whore."

The man needed to hear no more. "Happy to help," he muttered as he lowered his pants hurriedly.

"Mrghhghgh!" Cindy protested as she sensed the man approaching her rear. Dr. V was right. As much as Cindy had accepted that she enjoyed anal sex, being buggered by a man was a threshold she hadn't yet prepared for.

Her breathing accelerated as Cindy felt a warm, throbbing cock slide between her cheeks for the second time in her life. This was happening. There wasn't a thing she could do about it. Her eyes began to water with shame and defeat even as her clit stiffened between her legs.

Suddenly Cindy became aware of Dr. V standing in front of her. The sadistic medical professional crouched down, taking Cindy's face in both of her hands, triumphantly drinking up Cindy's anxiety.

She leaned forward and whispered excitedly in Cindy's ear, "Be fully present in this moment, Cindy. Experience everything: feel the tension in your thighs and the wetness between your cheeks, see how pink your nails are in your cuffs, taste the rubber in your mouth, smell the lube in the air. He's about to take the very last of your manhood. And you're going to love it. So fight him, squeeze your cute little sphincter as tight as you can, pretend you don't want this. This is the last time you will. When he penetrates you, you can let that all go."

The orderly ran his thumb over the beta girl's puckered rim. He'd been lucky enough to fuck a few women in the ass during his life, but this girl's asshole was completely different. When he pressed his thumb to her opening, the hot little hole sucked him inside. The spongy ring of elastic muscle swelled to easily accommodate the penetration. It squeezed and released, trying to milk his finger in. It was everything a fuckhole should be. He popped his thumb out, brought his dick to the hussy's sweet little butthole, and pushed inside.

Cindy could not help what she was. And that was a natural anal whore. She resisted, for a moment, she was pretty sure she had, but damn it just felt so good to be dicked down like this. The man's calloused hands cut into her soft hips as he pounded her ass. Within a few minutes, she was pushing her hips back to meet the man's thrusts, helping him hilt himself even deeper in her intestines.

"That's it Cindy, what a whore you are, look at you sodomizing yourself on his cock," the doctor taunted as she released the straps holding Cindy to the bench, daring her to stop fucking herself and escape instead. The girl whimpered into her gag but kept bucking on the cock in her skanky ass.

Dr. V saw the girl's body accepting and made sure her mind didn't fall behind. She unfastened the gag and slipped it out of the beta's mouth. With a gentle finger under the girl's chin, she lifted until their eyes met. "Do you want him to stop? Just say the word."

The girl's face contorted in anguish, and she groaned in frustration at her inability to deny her desires. In that moment, she wanted it all.

"Poor little beta slut. Not to worry. I'm here, and I know just what you need."

Dr. V stood back up and turned around so she was facing away from the beta. She hiked up her gray pencil skirt to reveal satin panties of a deep purple with a black lace trim at the waist. The doctor slid her panties down, baring her fat pale cheeks.

The orderly found seeing this professional woman brazenly expose her buttocks almost as arousing as the tight, clenching anus wrapped around his dick. 'Does the doctor do this all the time?' he wondered as he slowed his plowing of the teenage ass below him, desperate to forestall his orgasm until he got to see everything.

Her panties now out of the way, Dr. V looked over her shoulder and beckoned the girl closer. "C'mon, you need to be able to get way in there to lick my ass, little Cindy."

Cindy crawled forward on the bench, the man sodomizing her shuffling forward with her. She stopped about two inches short of the milky white buttocks in front of her and met Dr. V's eyes.

"Oh sweetheart, as much as you'll always treasure the feeling of being held down and roughly sodomized, you'll find that you receive a distinct pleasure from serving your superiors. An extremely slutty beta 3 like you will probably get more sexual satisfaction from licking ass than from any other activity. Enjoy it!" And with that, she grabbed Cindy by her pretty pink hair and pulled the girl's face into her bottom.

Cindy licked with abandon, moaning into the woman's ass like an animal. There was no resistance left. She was crying and squealing, experiencing everything fully in that moment. She had never known joy like this, mental, physical, spiritual. Cindy felt a deep gratitude for the doctor. This was exactly where she was meant to be in time and space.

Dr. V sighed with satisfaction at the enthusiastic rim job from her patient. She could have stayed there longer, letting that tongue commemorate another clinical triumph, but she knew it was time for Cindy to cum.

She turned around and smirked at the dreamy look on the little bimbo's face. She slid a hand into the girl's brassiere and pinched her nipple.

"Ahhhhh," Cindy wailed without judgment.

"Don't cum, Cindy! Don't cum on that big cock in your ass unless you're sure! Unless you're sure you're a hopeless beta butt slut! Unless you prefer being held down and power fucked over consensual love-making!"

Cindy was barely registering words at this point, but she fought to hold off her orgasm to prolong her pleasure. And because the doctor told her to.

Dr. V reached under her and started slapping her flopping clitty. "Fucking perfect pain slut," V muttered under her breath as she watched the damn thing get even harder, approaching her maximal 15% of a real erection. Cindy was the beta she'd been waiting for her whole career, the perfect instrument to exhibit her skill. The doctor felt like a virtuosa violinist playing a Stradivarius for the first time.

She reached both hands down into the bitch's bra, got a good grip on both nipples, and then pulled and twisted simultaneously. "CUM BITCH!!!"

Cindy felt her asshole lock down hard on the cock in her rectum. She heard the spatter of her cum hitting the bench below her. Her moans of ecstasy were pure.

The doctor said something to the orderly and then he pulled out of her stretched out butthole and walked around. He didn't force her. Just bringing his soiled prick close to her mouth was enough. The beautiful beta opened her perfect little lips and took his cock inside. With reverence, she sucked him clean, careful to keep his tool protected from her teeth, using every inch of her lips and tongue to worship him.

Too soon, the doctor tapped him on the shoulder, dismissing him. He pulled his pants up and shuffled out, ruined for all future lovers.

Dr. V got down on her knees and took Cindy's face in her hands, smiling. "Anything you'd like to say, Cindy?" They shared a knowing look.

"My name is Cindy, I'm a beta, and I love getting fucked in the ass," she whispered at last, tears came to her eyes as she said the words, realizing she meant every one.

The doctor took her in a deep kiss, plenty of tongue. Cindy sucked on it like it was a lifeline.

At last the doctor broke the kiss. "Good girl."

They smiled at each other, delighting in being right where they were always meant to be.