Bet you've never had a bath like this
They brought the sheep girl into the laundry room where there sat a machine about the size of the washer and dryer. There was a box made of thick, crystal clear glass on all but one side, the bottom. Instead of glass, the bottom seemed to be porcelain with ornate holes that reached through to the outside of the box, though no one could see anything through the holes. The box didn't open up from the top but rather had a sliding front door, glass, that could be lowered with a lever like a slow moving guillotine. It was obvious that when the lever was pulled and the front opening was closed, there would be no opening it from the inside.
If the box in itself was peculiar, it was nothing to the rest of the machine which seemed to function in conjunction with that glass cube. A line of brass piping ran from a large brass vat, which sat next to the box, nearly as large as the glass case. That line lead through a small hole in the top of the case and ended in a wide shower head, wide as a dinner plate. There were similar lines coming from the wall behind the machine, but they were about four times as wide. Also, when they came through the back and side walls of the glass case, they opened up so it looked like the loud end of three over-sized trumpets were facing the center of the box.
The wolves lead their sheep slave to the door and turned her around so that she could move backwards on all fours into the glass box. Her face was confused, and she fought against the wolven paws that were forcing her into the cell. Her struggle didn't last long though as a painful electric shock from her collar made her rear her body back and knock the back of her head hard against the top of the case.
She never thought the box was flimsy, but the place she banged her head was already beginning to swell and testified the hardness of the cell's walls. She closed her eyes and sobbed from the hopelessness of her situation while the red and white wolf was cuffing her wrists to a spreader bar which made her have to offset her hands.
It was a tight fit. Just a half inch above her head was the shower head, and her elbows knocked against the walls or the brass tubes. She could feel the cold metal of the brass on her head, arms, and the one poking at the small of her back. That was the only thing that was cold at the moment as she started to feel claustrophobic.
She was looking to the red wolf with pleading, nearly terrified eyes, moaning around her ball gag to be released. She bargained with him, offering to do anything if he let her out of the glass box, but of course he couldn't hear anything but muffled grunts.
To her horror and disappointment, the wolf just removed the leash from her collar. He also removed the electric shocking device, but by the time she realized this, the front of the box was being closed. She tried to lunge under the crack of the door before it closed completely, but her hands were too clumsy with the spreader bar. More tears formed in her eyes as she heard a clicking noise, signaling the leaver was securely set and she was perfectly confined in the space.
She could barely feel her heart sink since it was beating so fast. She was trapped inside a machine she didn't understand. She could only think of all the horror movies she's seen that involve kidnapping and complex machines, and that made her heart race more. Minutes went by and she was breathing fast, fearful of the potabilities that formed in her brain. Maybe knives and needles would slowly protrude from all the holes in the box, even the ones under her, and stab her to death. Then she thought water would flow into the box from the pipes and drown her, but she suddenly smelled something that stung her nose.
"Oh no!" She tried to say. "It's poison gas!" It was at that point she also realized she wasn't paying attention to the world outside the box, and now that she was looking around, there was no one there, not even the tip of a fur's tail.
Even worse, she noticed the only thing directly across from the case she was in: a camcorder on a mini tripod. It was facing her, and she could see a constant red light. They were actually going to record her demise. The wolves wanted to remember how they gassed an innocent sheep to death.
The idea horrified her, but it wasn't as horrifying as the smell of the fumes that started to make her gag. However, there was something else that caught her attention that made her even less at ease. There was a faint sucking noise from below her, and with great effort she moved her head awkwardly as to bring it closer to the hole the sound was coming from.
She imagined whatever fresh air was in the cell was being sucked out the bottom, and she sobbed more than ever before, moaning about how her captors were so heartless that they would steal her breathing air away from her and hasten her death.
Speaking of death, how long would this take? It seemed like forever since she'd smelled the gas she was sure would kill her. She felt extremely uncomfortable, mostly due to being confined, but the gas wasn't causing much more irritation than it did when she first smelled it. Infact, when she brought her head back from the floor, she could tell there was no more trouble breathing now than when she was put in the case. The air just stunk.
Her nose was nearly touching the sliding glass door, and she was staring at the camera, even more apprehensive than ever. Her legs were starting to fall asleep when all of a sudden something clicked on, and a motor started. She guessed at first it was a washing machine, but she could see no one near it. Besides, the new noise wasn't coming from that direction or from that far away. What ever it was, it was close.
Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she felt some hot fluid spray from the shower head above her, and a moment later, she knew what the smell was all along. How could she have been so stupid before. The arid, pungent stench of wolf piss was more real than ever, and she was being showered in canine urine.
Some flowed down onto her face, and she tried to wipe it off with her hands, only to find the spreader bar made her unable to. She closed her eyes and shouted around he ball gag while the golden shower ran on and on, soaking her soft white fleece, though her plush coat would soon lose it's pure white color.
She cried and searched fruitlessly for a position where she wouldn't be under the salty rain, but whole minutes went by. There was so much piping hot pee pouring down over her body that it was starting to get humid inside the glass cube. She panted and barely opened an eye to see if there was any condensation on the glass walls that might conceal her form from the camera.
The good news, she managed to see a little without getting hot piss in her eyes. The bad news was for how warm the liquid was, the glass walls were still as clear as crystal. Even when drops of urine splashed against the walls, her view of the room wasn't very distorted, and she knew that meant the camera could see her naked form dripping and with the torrent of wolven pee and her fleece matting to her sides and taking on a dim shade of yellow.
If she thought the stench was horrible, the inevitable taste was murder. She gagged and spat, but she couldn't stop the golden drops from trickling into her mouth since the gag ball forced her jaw and lips open at the corners.
She felt like she was going to puke, so she tried to get her mind off the taste. The sucking sound from below her got more noisy, like when you drain a sink, only faster. She finally figured out another function of the machine, and that is there's a pump under her that would suck up the liquid and bring it back to the vat so that it can be recycled and dumped over her again, as if basting a turkey. The feature also kept her from becoming a sheep-fish in an aquarium of rotten piss.
Though notion made the experience more disgusting, she also felt a little smart for figuring it out. That didn't last long though as one of his hands slipped on the smooth porcelain and banged against the side of the cube, making her hand hurt. She yelped and tried to hold her hand, only to be reminded of the spreader bar. Her restraints made her more and more frustrated, and she tried to find a way out of them, all the while the hot golden shower still ran.
She'd actually gotten slightly used to the feeling of the spray, but the humidity and discomfort were getting the best of her, and she started to cry, shifting onto her side. She had no choice but to curl up in the confined space, but her hopelessness overpowered her will to break free from her rancid cell and be free from her claustrophobia.
It seemed like hours that this machine ran and ran, constantly dumping the same disgusting, warm piss over her body. She baahed and cried for some kind of comfort, but she was nauseated and at a perpetual state of nearly but not quite vomiting. Instead of comfort, she felt something that made her even sadder: She had a full bladder now, and she needed to pee right away.
Of course, she didn't want to. That would just add more to the vat. She would essentially bathe in her own piss as well as the urine from who knows how many wolves. She held it in, but she had to move. Her arm was starting to fall asleep. Carefully, she got back up on all fours, which was bad because she would have to use only the one arm that wasn't asleep, her wrists were bound by a spreader bar to make it even more difficult, and that position would put her head directly under the piss spray again.
Even worse than all those reasons, now her urge to pee was more persistent and wouldn't subside no matter how hard she tried to hold it. After a while she baahed and lost control of her bladder. She could barely notice her own piss trickling down her leg for all the canine pee continuously falling from every inch of her fleece down to the skin, but she knew she was adding her own spice to the pot because her urethra widened to allow the flow of piss and her bladder was thanking her.
It was more humid than ever, and the sheep's stomach was becoming increasingly upset. Her head rolled around idly, no point in dodging the golden rain anymore. There was no way she could be any more soaked than if she was simply in a pool. She thought that this might be the way she was going to die since she saw no end to the torture. She tried to think of happy things, but her senses wouldn't be distracted and she couldn't remember a time when she could walk freely outside the smelly piss tank or without the spreader bar and gag ball.
Then, without warning, the sound of the pump under her died, and the shower stopped. She shook her head in disbelief and tried to open her eyes for the first time in a while. She found that she couldn't since the light was too bright and the air was still rich with arid stingy fumes.
She heard another very faint sound from behind her, like another motor. Hot air came rushing to her from her left and right side. Her heart beat fast since she thought this was just another torment for her, but she was happy to find that hot air was the only thing coming from those pipes. It wasn't the most comfortable thing at the moment, but it smelled alright. Actually, it smelled like nothing, which is certainly better than the reek of pee.
The tube behind her was actually sucking like a vacuum while the two side pipes blew hot air in. After a while of this, she started to feel light-headed. Her mouth was dry and coat was hot, especially as it fluffed out a bit as it dried. Her head started to swim, moaning for a drink of cool water. Her entire body ached from being crammed into the box for so long, and the more dehydrated she got, she less she could hold onto her consciousness.
Even with her eyes closed, she could sense that her vision was fading into erratic speckles, and her sense of touch was withering as well. She hardly knew it, but her coat was nearly dry, though her underside, tits, and pussy would probably still be wet for a while. The heat was really punishing her.
Soon, she forgot about the whole gag ball and spreader bar, mumbling something while she rocked her body back and fourth. She felt her face smack the sides of the case hard, but she didn't care very much since it didn't seem to hurt too much. If she could open her eyes, she could tell that her bloody nose was leaving horrid red streaks on the front glass, but she kept her eyes closed. Eventually she just lay her head against the porcelain floor, which was stained with piss like she was.
Her breathing was getting shorter. Heat stroke was creeping on her. She was starting to regret things she did that brought her to be put into this terrible machine and put on video no less. She wondered if her family would understand and if they could ever think of her as someone other than the bondage slave that got in way over her head and got killed.
There was a long pause in her brain where she didn't think any thoughts. While that break was still there, she heard a loud buzzing sound, but she didn't know the hot air stopped flowing. She sniffed uncomfortably because her nostrils were nearly blocked with clotted blood from the nose bleed.
Without her moving, her face skidded against the glass and cool air suddenly hit her face. It was one of the greatest feelings of relief she'd ever experienced, but she was way too weak to properly receive it. The sheep slave felt one of the wolves pull her from the glass box and into the open air.