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The Fancy Institute 3 - The Long Wait (part 1 of 2)

Miss Fancy, the headmistress of the hospital, sat at her desk reading over some invoices and occasionally glancing at the clock. It was hard to concentrate on her paperwork, knowing that the orderlies would be dragging Fifi through the door at any moment for her daily status report. These little meetings between her and Fifi had become the highlight of Miss Fancy's day, and she could hardly wait for another chance to punish that fat bitch of a basset hound. Though, they were late today. Almost ten minutes late by now, and it wasn't wise to keep the headmistress waiting.

She could already feel her panties getting wet as she thought about what she was going to do to her plaything today. At first, it was all about getting revenge for her sister, but it had gone beyond that now. The vengeful pool genuinely enjoyed making Fifi suffer for her past crimes, and seeing the look of utter despair on her ugly face gave Fancy a twisted satisfaction that she'd never experienced before. After all, Fifi deserved every bit of it as far as she was concerned.

Miss Fancy thought about how her sister had suffered at the hands of that brutish bully of a woman. Surely, her sister had looked up that Fifi with the same sorrowful, desperate expression, but did that bitch show any mercy? Of course not, and that's why it was so fitting that Fifi should suffer the same fate as her victims.

No matter how much the fat sow pleaded and cried, it would make no difference. The punishment and torment would never cease so long as Fancy was in charge of the hospital. This was a life sentence, a fact that Fifi was constantly being reminded of, and each time, the sadistic poodle felt a shameful thrill deep inside when she saw look of disappointment in her captive's red, tear-filled eyes. In the back of her mind, Fancy knew that she'd already paid the rotten bitch back for everything she'd done to her sister, and that Fifi was repentant for the things she'd done in the past, but that didn't make any difference. Miss Fancy still had plenty of diabolical plans in store, and she wasn't about to let her favorite new toy go free.

She'd grown rather fond of the way Fifi's shaven, hairless body jiggled when it was beaten with the leather strap, or the way her pathetic piggy wailing could be heard emanating from the inside of the toilet box as she waited for her next meal. It was hard to put into words, but Fancy really loved breaking the poor hound: seeing her sink further and further each day, listening to her pleading for forgiveness on her knees, and then putting her through all the same hellish punishments anyway. It was a sinister sexual craving Fancy never even knew she had until she began to take it out on Fifi. Unfortunately, the worthless lard-ass still hadn't shown up, and it was well-over ten minutes past their usual meeting time.

Fancy scowled; incredibly annoyed as she felt the wet spot in her panties growing cold. Unable to wait, Fancy pushed her papers to the side and slid forward in her chair until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the seat. She reached down, pulled up her skirt, and ran her finger up and down across the front of her wet panties, instantly getting herself hot again. Suddenly eager for a bit of visual stimulation to inspire her sick, depraved fantasies, she opened up a desk drawer with her free hand and grabbed a stack of photos.

She spread them out on the desk in front of her, running her eyes across the entire collection as she continued to rub herself through her silky, chiffon panties. One at a time, she took the pictures and held them up to her face to get a closer look. She thoroughly examined each and every obscene detail, but was mainly interested in seeing whatever pitiful expression was frozen on the stupid pig's face in each humiliating shot.

The first picture was a definite pleaser, taken right after Fifi got her first set of tattoos etched onto her fat, freshly-shaven body. The red-eyed basset hound was understandably sobbing in this photo. She'd just been through three hours of hell as her orderlies took turns with the tattoo gun, permanently defacing her naked body with an assortment of degrading epithets that would haunt Fifi each time she had the misfortune of seeing herself in the mirror.

Fancy remembered that night quite fondly, particularly the sound of Fifi screaming herself hoarse as her orderlies scribbled all over the most sensitive parts of her body. The fat bitch still had some fight left in her back then. Fancy could still recall the defiant look on Fifi's face as they strapped her down to the exam table wearing nothing but a diaper, and how all that unwarranted bravado melted away the moment she saw the tattoo gun come out of the case for the first time. Even still, the uppity bitch wouldn't stay quiet, spewing a never-ending stream of the most foul curses imaginable at her orderlies as they vandalized her body. Though, thanks to the thick leather muzzle locked over Fifi's face, most of her tirade was too muffled to understand, not that her orderlies gave a damn what she had to say anyway.

If anything, the stupid porker's wailing only encouraged them to be as cruel as possible as they passed the tattoo gun back and forth over her naked, lard-laden body, constantly trying to one-up each other. They started with her big, floppy tits, laughing as they haphazardly scrawled whatever insults they could think of onto her smooth, hairless udders. Of course, none of them were actual tattoo artists, so the first few attempts came out much too small and nearly illegible.

It started out with simple words like "Pig", "Cunt", and "Fatso." The first few attempts resembled the handwriting of a small child, but it didn't take long for the orderlies to get the hang of things. With a bit of practice, their graffitti became much more legible, allowing them to get a bit more creative. Instead of singular words, they started adding longer, more degrading phrases to the poor hound's pale, hairless canvas as she screamed for them to stop.

Of course, they didn't stop, not until Fifi's breasts had been thoroughly desecrated with all manner of crude profanity, including such gems as "Masochist Piggy Slut" and "I Love Tit Torture". They even tattooed her sensitive areolas, writing "Twist Me' around her left nipple, and "Pinch Me" around the right. These were much clearer and more legible than their earlier attempts, though they were still amateurs at best, and it showed. Not only was their work sloppy, but their terrible form also led to an incredible amount of unneeded pain for Fifi, who thrashed and struggled throughout the entire process.

Thankfully, the plethora of straps and cuffs tethering the fat bitch to the exam table kept her from moving around too much and messing up their work. Miss Fancy could still remember the look of frantic desperation in the poor hound's eyes as she fought with all her might. Though, no matter how hard she tried, Fifi couldn't do anything more than wriggle like a helpless worm as her body was trashed before her very eyes. For some reason, Fancy found this incredibly arousing, and it may have been the first time she actually felt herself getting wet in the middle of a punishment session.

Even more seductive was the look of defeat that graced Fifi's tortured face once the orderlies finally finished with her tits and turned their attention onto her big, bald belly. The stupid sow must have thought her suffering was ending, only to be absolutely crushed as it all started over again on a different part of her body. Just imagining what must have been going through Fifi's fear-addled brain at that moment was enough to make Fancy go weak in the knees to the point that she had to take a seat and smoke a cigarette to calm down.

However, that didn't mean the orderlies were ready for a break. No, they were having a grand old time, laughing and joking amongst themselves as they decided what they should write next. All the while, Fifi had to listen to their cruel and insensitive comments as she lay defenseless on the table, too tired to fight her restraints any longer. Having lost her voice due to her constant screaming, she could do little more than sob into her thick leather muzzle as she felt the searing pain of the tattoo gun etching its way across her soft abdomen.

It was the largest tattoo yet, and many tears were shed before the orderlies took a step back to admire their fine work. The words, "Dangerous Mental Patient," were etched across Fifi's fat gut, but that wasn't even the worst of it. Below that, they'd written, "Property of the Fancy Institute." Then, to make sure she'd never get away, they added, "$5,000 Reward for Safe Return," as a final fuck you to their unfortunate captive.

Now there would be no escape. Even if Fifi managed to break free and run several miles into town, anyone who saw her would immediately know to call the hospital. No one would listen to anything the crazy-looking bitch had to say, and if she got picked up by the police, even better. The cops would never take the word of a raving, tattooed lunatic in a diaper, not when Miss Fancy had all the necessary paperwork to prove she was a convicted rapist.

Of course, all the documents were forgeries, but what reason did the authorities have to mistrust the headmistress? They probably wouldn't even look at them. They'd just bring Fifi right back to the hospital in the back of a police car and that would be that. As long as the crazy cunt was someone else's problem, the cops wouldn't give a damn either way. Fifi was an owned bitch now, and no one from the outside world would bother lift a finger to help her.

Fancy couldn't have been more pleased with the work of her loyal orderlies, promising them each a nice bonus added to their next paychecks as a reward for their depravity. Just seeing her most hated enemy branded like a worthless, braindead sow was enough to get Fancy's heart racing. She had to fight the urge to pleasure herself right then and there, and thought about leaving to find someplace private where she could relieve her tension. However, the vengeful poodle wasn't quite ready to call it a night just yet.

Fueled by a sadistic lust she'd never experienced before, she directed the orderlies to fit the crying hound with a strict neck brace. Made from moulded plastic, it completely immobilized Fifi's head and neck, leaving her totally vulnerable as Fancy herself picked up the tattoo gun and grinned down the pathetic creature on the table. Fifi's eyes were filled with terror, but the tight collar around her neck kept her head perfectly still as the headmistress began to carve her own message into the bitch's forehead.

Fancy hummed cheerfully as she labeled the mewling cunt with the word "RAPIST" across her forehead in bold, black, permanent ink, that would forever tell the world why she had been locked up. All the while, being treated to the sultry sounds of her most hated enemy blubbering like a baby as she looked up from the table with tear-filled, bloodshot eyes that seemed to plead for mercy without actually saying anything. Fifi may not have known what was being inscribed on her forehead yet, but she obviously knew she'd never be able to return to a normal life ever again once the headmistress was through with her, and she was absolutely right.

Fancy was going to make sure that Fifi could never escape punishment for what she'd done. For the remainder of her miserable life, everyone who looked at her would instantly know about her crimes, and judge her for them accordingly. At one point in time, Fifi's blonde bangs might have covered some of the tattoo, but the unfortunate bitch lost most of her hair since being checked into the hospital.

In addition to having most of her body shaved totally clean, the orderlies also gave her a stupid haircut to degrade her even further. The front, back, and sides of her head were all buzzed down to peachfuzz, leaving only the hair on the very top, which was all gathered into a single upraised ponytail that sprouted up from atop the hound's semi-bald head. Adorned with a silly pink bow as the finishing touch, this ridiculous hairdo left Fifi looking more like a circus freak than a mental patient. More importantly, it meant her freshly-tattooed forehead would be totally exposed for all to see.

Between her bizarre appearance and shameful tattoos, Fifi had a look that would evoke feelings of hatred and disgust from everyone who saw her. No one would ever treat her like a normal person ever again. She'd been vilified and defiled to the point that her life was effectively over. Of course, that was all part of Fancy's master plan, to break the bitch down until she was less than dirt, and she knew she had succeeded as she stepped back to see the finished product.

The real payoff came when the orderlies got Fifi up off the exam table, cuffed her mitt-encased paws behind her back, and ordered her in front of the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. Knowing that any disobedience would likely lead to another round with the tattoo gun, Fifi waddled over to the mirror like a good little piggy with her piss-soaked diaper wedged up between her blubbery thighs. The poor bitch wanted to hide her face in shame, but was forced to keep her head up high, thanks to the rigid neck brace that remained tightly locked around her neck. Fancy smirked as she watched the fat bitch jiggle her way across the room, unable to contain her satisfaction as she waited to see how Fifi would react to her new look. Fortunately, it was everything Fancy had hoped for.

Fifi just stood there in disbelief at first, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to read the backward text in the mirror. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she let out cry that surprised the orderlies and the headmistress. It was raspy and weak, having already lost her voice from shouting, and with most of her face hidden behind a thick leather muzzle, it wasn't clear whether it was a scream of despair, or that of pure horror as she saw what had become of her. Fancy didn't really care either way. All she cared about was seeing Fifi suffer, and she'd gotten just what she wanted, but that didn't mean there wasn't time for one more punishment.

"How do you like your pretty new tattoos?" asked Fancy, laughing as she spoke. "If you haven't realized it by now, you're never getting out of here. Try to run, and they'll just bring you right back to me. You belong to me now, and I think you ought to thank your nice orderlies for doing such a good job uglying you up."

Fifi didn't say anything. She just stood there, trembling in silence as tears ran down her cheeks, listening intently as Fancy addressed the orderlies.

"Alight, boys," said Fancy, turning to face the orderlies with a malevolent grin. "This fat pig here wants to show her gratitude, so she's all yours for the rest of the night."

"Thanks boss, we'll take good care of her," said the head orderly, slapping Fifi across her fat diapered ass, before leaning over and whispering something into the quivering bitch's ear.

To this day, Fancy had no idea what he said, but it sure got Fifi wailing like a banshee. Her cheeks were a deep crimson as she wept with all her might, her flabby body shaking as she choked out heartfelt cries of sorrow into her thick muzzle. Whatever he told her, it seemed she'd finally come to grips with the fact that she was really going to spend the rest of her life as a diapered freak, locked up in this godforsaken hospital serving her masters as a lowly cum-dump for the rest of her days. Completely powerless to defend herself from the orderlies who had quickly surrounded her, the stupid sow looked to Fancy for help, but only saw another smiling face, laughing at her misery.

As one final act of callousness, Fancy snapped a photo of Fifi's tear-soaked face as she was being gropped by her abusive, lecherous orderlies. The picture would be a perfect reminder of all the fun she'd had that day, watching Fifi writhe in her restraints as the tattoo gun embedded those demeaning marking all over her sensitive, naked body. For some reason, Fancy found the whole ordeal so damn sexy that she knew she needed a memento to remember it by, though she really had no idea why she felt that way.

Normally, the thought of such senseless cruelty would make her feel sick to her stomach, and she certainly didn't find anything attractive about Fifi's gelatinous, pig-like body. Nonetheless, just looking at that candid photo of Fifi's miserable, hopeless face always set a fire between her legs that couldn't be ignored. It must have been the feeling of total control. The feeling that she could do anything to Fifi, and there was nothing that vile cunt could do about it. That must have been it, she thought, bringing the picture even closer to her face.

She studied every minute detail again and again, reminiscing about that wonderful night as she fingered herself through her soaking-wet panties. Her lips parted, mouth hanging open slightly as she was brought to the brink of orgasm, aided by a deluge of debaucherous memories that filtered through her consciousness. However, she didn't push herself over the edge yet. As tempting as it was, she wanted to wait for the main event before finishing the job. She was looking forward to punishing that bitch Fifi for being late today, and didn't want to squander her craving for ruthless depravity by climaxing before the slow-ass bitch arrived.

Ready for a change of pace, she grabbed the next photo off the desk and brought it up to the tip of her nose, rubbing her clit slowly as she gazed into the cursed image. The picture showed Fifi strapped down to the breeding rack on her hands and knees with her head down and her ass up. Thick leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists kept her in place, holding her nice and steady while the orderlies took turns forcing their greasy cocks up her battered and abused tailhole throughout the night. However, rough anal training alone wasn't a suitable punishment for a deplorable cunt like Fifi.

The monstrously cruel breeding rack came complete with a strict posture collar that was mounted to the steel frame atop a support pole that was fully adjustable. Usually, the neck support remained in the upraised position, allowing one orderly to gag Fifi with his cock while another fucked her up the ass. Though, as much as the orderlies loved spitroasting the fat pig until she squealed, the headmistress had other plans for her most-despised enemy. On Fancy's orders, the neck support was lowered for the entirety of the evening, forcing Fifi's detestable face into one of her own messy, shit-filled diapers that had been laid out under her sensitive nose.

Fancy vividly remembered the way the fat bitch sobbed when the orderlies ripped off her shitty diaper and slid it under her snout. She'd never forget the muffled screams and incoherent pleading as Fifi's neck support was slowly lowered down, and her ugly, crying face was forced down into the muddy, still-warm feces piled-up in the seat of the soiled diaper in front of her. Fancy watched on in disgust as Fifi's dumbstruck face sank into the soft, sticky filth below. Though, her grimace quickly changed back into a haughty smirk as she overheard the head orderly taunting the mud-faced hog, calling her by her new nickname as she squirmed helplessly in the breeding rack.

"Enjoying your mud bath, Fatso?" asked the large, well-muscled stag, laughing as he stepped lightly on the back of Fifi's head, grinding her already shit-packed snout painfully into the messy padding below.

Thanks to the heavy, rubber ballgag strapped tightly in her maw, Fifi could only defend herself with grunts and groans, neither of which did anything to stop her orderlies from tormenting her.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. I figured a big, bloated hog like you would enjoy wallowing in your own little personal mudpit," said the head orderly, continuing to tease his plaything. "What's the old saying? Happier than a pig in shit?"

Fifi cried out in anger and frustration, screaming garbled, incoherent curses into her gag as she tried to break free of her restraints. She pulled against her wrist and ankle cuffs as hard as she could, but the thick leather straps didn't budge at all. Becoming even more desperate, she began to throw her impressive body weight around, trying in vain to break free. However, the thick steel frame had no problem holding the frantic hound in place, keeping her face down in a pile of fetid, stinking dung for the entire duration of her pathetic little tantrum.

Fancy remembered the whole scene well, watching from the sidelines with a blissful expression. Despite the revolting sights and smells, it was always such a thrill when Fifi tried to fight back against her orderlies. The pathetic bitch never really had a chance against the three of them, but it was still fun to watch her impotent attempts to stand up for herself. Though, like usual, the only thing she accomplished was to make an even bigger fool of herself and tire herself out in the process, much to the amusement of her orderlies.

"Look at her shaking her flab for us. I think this dumb pig is asking us to breed her," said one of the other orderlies, as he snapped on a part of latex gloves as he knelt down behind Fifi.

Without warning, the grinning hyena took a handful of sanitary wipes and jammed them deep between Fifi's mud-coated buttcheeks, scooping the filth out of her asscrack with one quick swipe. He wasn't gentle about it, startling the lowly hound, causing her to yelp loudly into her shit-filled pillow. The wipes were wet and cold, and the orderly was very thorough, ruthlessly grinding his knuckles along the inside of Fifi's deep crevasse as she writhed in her strict bondage.

"Ha! She's squealing already and we haven't even done anything yet. Our big, horny sow must be in heat," said the orderly, using his thumb to jam the wad towelettes into the bitch's dirty tailhole with no regard to her comfort, eliciting another pained groan from their helpless pet.

"Are you doing your piggy mating dance for us, Fatso?" asked the head orderly, addressing Fifi directly as he kept her head pressed firmly down into the mountain of filth. "Does mama pig want us to put a little piglet inside her?"

The mere suggestion was enough to get Fifi screaming into her ballgag as she thrashed about in the unyielding steel rack, resuming her pointless struggling from a moment ago. More than likely, she was imagining the horror of becoming a breeding slave to her crew of cold-blooded orderlies, or perhaps she feared what would happen to her unborn puppies. Either way, Fancy relished every second, knowing it was just another bluff to get a rise out of the gullible hound.

"Okay, settle down before you hurt yourself, ya dumb bitch. You're gettin' too rowdy for your own good," said the third orderly, an ill-tempered cougar, as he stepped up and jabbed Fifi in the side with the metal prongs of his cattle prod, delivering a mild shock to get her attention. "Now, learn to control yourself or I'm really going to give you something to scream about."

Fifi let out an ear-piercing whine as the corrective jolt of electricity caused the muscles in her side to spasm painfully. Though, once the shock wore off, she immediately quieted down, knowing that she'd get prodded again if she didn't behave. She'd been through this countless times before, and was thoroughly conditioned to respect the searing kiss of the cattle prod. Even with her face pressed down into an old shitty diaper, she stayed quiet and docile as the orderly kneeling behind her finished cleaning the filth off her flabby asscheeks.

Once the job was done, he finished her off with a spritz of fragrant perfume to keep her backyard smelling like roses for the rest of the night, or at least long enough for him and his buddies to have their fun. Surely Fifi knew what her orderlies had in mind for her, but kept quiet anyway, trying to maintain some level of dignity after her embarrassing outbursts earlier. Of course, they wouldn't let her maintain her dignified silence for too long, getting back to their usual bullying tactics the moment her fat rump was clean and the dirty wipes had been disposed of.

"What? Nothing else you want to say? No more fight left in you?" asked the head orderly with a smirk, his rugged hoof still resting on the back of Fifi's skull as he taunted her. "Well, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, Fatso, because no one is ever going to go near that nasty, floppy cunt of yours ever again. No, your ugly, bruised-up tailhole is going to be your one-and-only fuckhole from now on. Of course, you already knew that, didn't you?"

Fifi was visibly relieved to find out that she wasn't going to be a mommy, but stayed silent nonetheless, still terrified of what was to come. She'd taken their cocks up her battered and abused asshole more times than she could count, but it never seemed to get any easier for the poor bitch. They never made it a pleasant experience either, going out of their way to pound her tight orifice without mercy, leaving her raw, tender, and sore for days after. Though, to make things even more degrading, they always made her beg for it first, and that night was no exception.

"What's the matter? Going frigid on us?" asked the head orderly. "Don't worry, we'll get your squealing with pleasure again in no time, but first, why don't you give us some sensual piggy mating calls to get us in the mood? Oink for us real good and I'll let you up for a breath of fresh air. How's that sound?"

Fifi answered back, grunting, oinking, and squealing into her gag, just as she'd been ordered, sounding like a pig with an apple in her mouth. Her expression made it clear that she hated herself for giving into their demands so easily, though she truly had no other option. If she didn't play their along with their sick games, they'd just zap her with the cattle prod, or mercilessly whip her naked, exposed flesh until she begged for her mother like a lost child. They had no shortage of ways to make her comply, which meant Fifi had to obey, no matter how much she wanted to fight back.

Unfortunately, even after the orderly removed his hoof from the back of her head, she could barely lift her face up more than an inch above the quagmire of shit below. The tight posture collar around her neck kept her head immobilized, preventing her from turning her head away from the mound of dark, earthy-colored shit piled under her nose. She'd just have to stare at her messy diaper and reflect on the fact that she was nothing more than a diaper-pig as her orderlies got ready to take her from behind. Nevertheless, Fifi continued to humiliate herself, too afraid of the cattle prod to stop oinking for even a moment.

Fancy was pleased to see how well the bitch had been trained, but she was even more pleased to see the orderlies stripping off their pants as they gathered around the obese hound's upraised hindquarters. They were all fully erect already, and Fancy couldn't wait to see Fifi take each one of their thick cocks up her ass.

Of course, the first one was always the hardest, and Fifi was clearly not ready as the hyena began to stuff his thick member into her shithole, causing her to groan in pain as she was penetrated. He moved much too quickly, clearly unconcerned with Fifi's feelings as he crammed the entire shaft of his penis up inside her, not stopping until his balls were pressed against her soft backside. His impressive girth was enough to get the bitch crying already, and the waterworks only continued as the hyena began thrusting in and out without mercy, a pattern which would be repeated many times before the night was over.

Fifi spent the next six hours strapped down in the breeding rack as the orderlies stretched her out with their hard, throbbing cocks, abusing her tailhole mercilessly as they teased and taunted her. With her tail docked down to mere stump, she couldn't do anything to protect her vulnerable fuckhole from their seemingly never-ending advances besides scream for help. The pathetic bitch pleaded into her old, messy diaper the entire time, but the thick ball gag locked in her mouth ensured her protests were adequately muffled as the men took turns pulverizing her aching shithole. Seeing the fatter, uglier woman being dominated so harshly got Fancy incredibly aroused, to the point that she resorted to pleasuring herself multiple times, remaining undetected while the orderlies were distracted with their plaything.

Fancy stayed and watched the entire punishment session, snapping a few pictures for her collection along the way. Other than that, she spent most of the night fingering herself while she sipped red wine, occasionally making drunken comments about Fifi's shameful appearance. The poor hound had just gotten her chastity piercings put in a few days prior, locking her disgusting fuckhole shut for good, and Fancy couldn't resist telling the fat pig just how ridiculous her mutilated cunt looked.

Six small steel rings had been added to Fifi's chubby pussy lips, binding them together permanently with only small gaps between rings to allow for cleaning. Then, just to demonstrate their cruelty, they added a small dome-shaped clit shield over Fifi's sensitive little nub, securing it in place with a pair of steel barbells. This would ensure she remained a dedicated anal slave for the rest of her life, servicing others against her will while never receiving any pleasure for herself. It was no coincidence that an extra-long session of anal training had been scheduled while Fifi's new chastity piercing were still fresh.

Fancy wanted to send a message, and from what the ruthless poodle witnessed that evening, the message was delivered loud and clear. Fifi brayed and bellowed, crying into her own excrement all night as she was taken from behind over and over, but never once was she shown any mercy. By the time they unshackled her from the breeding rack, she was a quivering wreck, exhausted and sprawled out on the floor, too broken to even fight back as the orderlies took their post-coitus piss all over her, congratulating each other for a job well done as they drained their swollen bladders.

Fifi just laid there, willingly accepting her fate as she was showered with piss from head to toe. Her over-used tailhole gaped open, reddened and inflamed from hours of rough, poorly-lubricated anal sex, and Fancy doubted whether the stretched-out hound would ever be able to control her bowels again after taking such a pounding. Thankfully, the bitch didn't have any accidents on the floor that night, likely due to the fact that she'd just had her shit pushed in so far that she'd likely need an enema in the morning.

Normally, Fifi's intensities would be swollen with her orderlies' semen after such a lengthy session in the breeding rack, but not tonight. This time, Fancy provided the men with a sizeable supply of extra-large condoms, but it certainly wasn't for Fifi's sake. No, it was to ensure that each and every ounce of their spent cum could be saved for use during the following day's punishments.

Between the three orderlies, they managed to use nearly all of the condoms that had been provided, tying them off like little semen-filled water balloons and setting them aside for later. Now that they'd gotten their fill of fucking her up the ass, it was time to show Fifi the fruits of her labor, but first they had to help her up off the wet, piss-soaked floor. Of course, her legs were still too weak to support her immense body so it took one orderly on each arms to keep her standing, and what a pathetic sight she was.

Her fat, shaven body jiggled like jello as she stood, naked and shivering, in front of the orderlies. Her chastity piercings glistened in the light, making the weighted steel rings between her legs even more conspicuous as they hung down from her drooping, over-burdened pussy lips. Meanwhile, the tattoos on her breasts and belly made her look like livestock that had been branded, and she stank like stale piss, but somehow that wasn't enough for her terrible masters. They wanted the world to know what a depraved slut she was, so they made her a little present with the supplies that Fancy had provided them.

The head orderly took their collection of used condoms and skewered the whole lot of them on single safety pin. Then, he threaded a length of simple, but rugged, twine through the safety pin, creating a crude necklace, complete with a pendant of cum-filled prophylactics so the whole world could see what she'd been reduced to. It was repulsive and distasteful, an overall perfect fit for their prized sow.

The head orderly smiled as he showed Fifi her pretty, new necklace, bobbing it up and down to show off its impressive weight. The dangling latex condoms bounced around playfully, each containing a sizeable load of cloudy, off-white fluid that would eventually end up in her stomach over the next few days. Maybe it would be poured over her mushy, laxative-infused food, or given to her straight. Some of the heftier condoms contained enough cum to fill an 8oz baby bottle, so there would be plenty to last the rest of the week. Of course, Fifi wasn't nearly as thrilled.

She cried like a big, fat baby as the head orderly draped the disgraceful string of condoms around her neck, knowing full-well that she'd be forced to wear them like a badge of shame until she'd had the displeasure of guzzling down every last drop of salty, pungent cum contained within. That necklace represented days of suffering, and Fancy relished seeing the look of disappointment in the bitch's glazed-over eyes as her orderlies walked her over to where she had been seated.

Fifi looked absolutely miserable as she was paraded across the room, her obese body and flabby teats swaying as she plodded along, led by her cruel captors whom she utterly despised. With each step, the repugnant bauble around her neck slid back and forth across her smoothly-shaven udders, leaving a shiny glaze of sticky, old lube that absolutely reeked due to the tiny flecks feces still clinging to the outside of the gooey, used condoms that she was forced to wear like a trophy. By the time she made it over to the headmistress, her fat, bald tits had already been thoroughly painted with putrid anal grease.

Fancy found it hilarious that Fifi would have to walk around for the next few days, haunted by the stench of her own shitty asshole hanging just below her nose. It seemed a fitting punishment, considering the cold-blooded hound had personally overseen the anal training of countless slaves during her career. According to Fancy's sister, Fifi was just as likely to strap on a massive dildo and do the dirty work herself, making it all the more fitting that the bitch should have to suffer the same agony and soul-crushing humiliation she'd so happily inflicted on others in the past.

Well, Fifi certainly wasn't smiling now that she was on the receiving end of the abuse. Being savagely fucked up the ass each night had likely taught her a lot about humility and compassion, but that wasn't going to save her now. Whether she'd truley learned her lesson or not, it didn't matter. The rumors spread by Fancy and the orderlies had already damaged the poor bitch's reputation beyond repair, ensuring no one at the hospital, patient or staff, would ever lift a finger help her, not even to remove the fetid tangle of used condoms from around her pudgy neck. Though, judging by Fifi's pathetic groveling, it seemed she still didn't accept the fact she was serving a life sentence.

The fat bitch actually got down on her knees and begged for forgiveness the moment her orderlies let go of her arms. Fifi's heartfelt words came out as incoherent babbling through the thick ballgag, but it wasn't hard to guess what she was trying to say. Not that Fancy gave a damn either way, she was much too distracted by the hound's pitiful little display of apology.

Her sobs were powerful enough to make her whole gelatinous body shake in an almost hypnotic rhythm, and was soon bawling so hard that it was impossible for her to get out another garbled word out of her gagged mouth. Fancy might have found the whole thing quite tragic if not for the burning hatred she still harbored for the woman. To be honest, she hated everything about her, and having to look at her grotesque appearance only made it worse.

Fifi stank like a truckstop bathroom, and had a face to match. The end of her muzzle was caked in shit, her lips and nostrils too. A sickening stream of saliva ran out of her gagged mouth and down her chin, coating her bulging belly with acrid, brown drool that made her look even more like a disgusting pig as she tried desperately to repent. It was a sight that both repulsed and titillated Fancy for reasons she didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop her from laughing right back in the dumb bitch's face.

Fifi was visibly crushed as she heard the headmistress' reaction, realizing her cries had fallen on deaf ears. Though, she looked even more despondent as the orderlies picked her up off the floor on Fancy's orders and dragged her back to her room for a harsh paddling, a baby bottle full of lukewarm cum, and a fresh diaper before bed. The vindictive poodle even made it clear that the beating she was about to receive was punishment for wasting everybody's time with her idiotic pig grunts, and told Fifi that she'd lose her voice box if she didn't learn to shut the fuck up.

Fancy still hadn't forgotten the look of utter horror on the bitch's face as the orderlies took her away. She knew it had gone far enough already, too far really, but she couldn't stop now. She was addicted to the unadulterated power she felt as she watched Fifi being slowly broken down into a spineless, quivering blob of jelly before her very eyes. With each passing day, her sadistic urges got stronger, weighing more and more heavily on her mind the moment she got out of bed in the morning. These pictures she kept as reminders were a fun diversion, but they didn't fully satisfy her twisted cravings, leaving her even more hungry for the real thing the longer she stared at them.

Fancy was getting dangerously impatient as she sat in her lonely office, waiting her fix. She'd been pleasuring herself to pass the time, but it wasn't enough to distract her from the clock on the wall. With a scowl, she slapped the photo of Fifi in the breeding rack back down onto the desk and muttered something to herself, deeply annoyed that her daily entertainment still hadn't arrived yet. It was already twenty minutes past the usual meeting time, and she was about ready to page the orderlies to find out what the hell the holdup was. However, another photo caught her eye before she could reach the call button.

It was one of the more revolting images in her collection, and it made her feel dirty just to look at it. Out of all the awful snapshots in her collection, this was the one she hoped nobody would ever find, not wanting anyone to know that she was actually turned on by something so absolutely vile. She'd thought about removing it from her little secret porn stash, but she couldn't bear to part with it for some reason.

It was a picture of Fifi in her highchair after a long, messy spoon feeding. That sort of thing wasn't totally out of the ordinary for the undignified hound. She often tried to spit out her food, either because she knew it was drugged, or because the orderlies had added something horribly unpleasant to her mush that day. However, this was a special occasion.

...To be continued in part 2