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The Fancy Institute - Part 2

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Once the three orderlies got Fifi back to her room, they immediately huddled around her wheelchair. Now that they had a little privacy, they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she was helpless to stop them. Her wrists and ankles were strapped securely to the chair, and the thick leather muzzle over her mouth kept her from making too much noise. She could only sit there as the men glared down at her with their hungry eyes.

"What's the matter? Is the little puppy scared," asked the stag. It was plain to see that Fifi's pissed off expression had melted away as they entered the room. It was her first chance to see her new accommodations and she didn't look all that pleased.

The sheer amount of equipment in the room was staggering. Collections of whips and paddles hung on the wall. Straps and cuffs adorned all of the furniture in the room from the crib to the changing table. There was even an entire cabinet labeled dildos and plugs. It was then that Fifi realized just how well-equipped this hospital was. They had everything they needed to make her life miserable, and the orderlies grinning down at her had nothing but the worst intentions.

"Which hole do you want it in first?" asked the hyena, snickering in Fifi's ear as he grabbed her by the tit.

"Not yet. I have other plans first," said the stag, crouching down to make sure Fifi got a good look at her collar.

She began to whimper, immediately recognizing it as a shock collar with a particularly large battery pack. She could smell her doom approaching. She knew that as soon as that collar was around her neck, she'd be his slave. After all, she'd done the same to many a sissy boy in the past and now this stag was going to return the favor.

"First, our bitch has to go through basic training to make her more pliable," he said, leaning down and wrapping the collar around Fifi's neck. He wore a smile as he buckled the collar on inhumanely tight and slid a shiny new padlock through the locking buckle. Then, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a tiny remote. Without warning, he jammed his thumb down on the button, sending a jolt of electricity through the helpless hound's body. Fifi twitched and let out an undignified grunt as she suffered her first shock, earning some scathing laughter from her captors.

"Did you see her belly shake when you zapped her?" asked the cougar with a laugh.

The stag responded by giving the poor bitch another jolt, twice as long this time. Again, her twitching and muffled cries prompted continued laughter from all three orderlies, but that wasn't enough. The stag wasn't going to be satisfied until this bitch was too broken to fight back.

"Want some more?" asked the stag, holding the remote up for Fifi to see.

As expected, she responded by shaking her head frantically and whimpering weakly. Each shock was so painful that she was already prepared to submit. There was no way she'd be getting the collar off anytime soon, so there was no point in fighting anymore. If she ever wanted to get out of this sick place, she'd have to survive long enough, and she really didn't feel safe alone with these monsters. Though, had she known how depraved her treatment would be, she might have preferred death by electrocution.

"Then you better do everything we say, understand?" said the stag, continuing to brandish the remote as he spoke. "I'm going to unzip the muzzle just a little bit; enough for you to plead and beg like the piece of shit you are. Then, I want you to answer all of my questions the way I want them answered or I'm going to have to give you more shock therapy. You say anything other than 'yes sir' or 'no sir,' and I will put a bolt of lightning through you, understand?"

Obediently, Fifi nodded her head and kept quiet as the horrid bastard reached down and adjusted the strap on her muzzle, loosening it slightly so she could actually move her jaw. She waited anxiously for the first question to come and it was all she could do to not curse a blue streak at the three assholes snickering at her.

"First question, do you deserve to be here?" asked the stag.

"No, sir," replied Fifi meekly, keeping her eyes pointed squarely downward.

"Wrong answer, stupid," said the stag, pressing the big red button on the report down firmly, sending Fifi into convulsions.

"I'm not insane. I shouldn't be here," grumbled Fifi, hardly able to get out a coherent sentence through the slightly-loosened muzzle. However, she regretted it as soon as she said it.

"Listen, bitch," said the stag, "You know why you're here and it has nothing to do with your sanity. Rumors are already spreading about the sick shit you did to the headmistress' sister, so you're not going to be very popular around here to say the least. That means you're less than dirt now, so you better get used to being ignored. You're fucked, period. We can do whatever we want to you, and nobody is going to do a damn thing to help you. In fact, the headmistress has personally asked us to make your life a living hell. Which means I'm not going to get in any trouble for this... "

The stag continued his intoxicating power trip by reaching down and grabbing Fifi by her nipples, kneading them between his rough fingers as she writhed in agony. Her nipples were chewed-up and bruised, still throbbing from her punishment earlier in the rec room. Just him playing with her nipples was enough to make her scrunch up her face and moan in pain. Though, that wasn't enough for the vindictive stag. When the bitch's groans didn't please him, he gave her nipples such a violent tug that it lifted her big heavy udders up off her belly where they had been resting peacefully, forcing her to arch her back out as she howled into her muzzle.

"Aw, the big crybaby is blubbering already," said the hyena, following up with a snide laugh as he gave one of her big floppy ears a vicious tug.

"Okay, everyone shut up!" hollered the stag, releasing the hound's freshly tenderized teats. Fifi and the hyena both went quiet immediately, allowing the stag to continue with his questions. "Now, I'm gonna ask you again, and you better tell me the answer I want to hear because I'm only going to give you this one last chance. Fuck up again and you'll spend the night strapped to the rape rack while we take turns pounding your tailhole into hamburger meat. So, tell me, do you deserve to be here?"

"Yes, sir," squeaked Fifi, gripping the armrests of her wheelchair, preparing for another shock that never came. Instead, she got a reward for answering correctly, another humiliating question.

"And did you enjoy sucking your lunch out of a big floppy rubber cock?"

"Yes, sir," she repeated, sounding just as defeated as last time.

"That's a good girl," said the stag in a patronizing tone. "You seem to be adapting to your new role in life quickly. Are you excited to spend the rest of your life here as our fuck pig?"

"Yes, sir," said Fifi, trying not to break down into tears as she thought about her new life.

"Wow, you're just a huge piggy slut, aren't you! Looking forward to gargling mouthfuls of cum for the rest of your pathetic life?"

Fifi hesitated, unable to bare the indignity. She shot an impertinent glare up at her captors, but it didn't last more than a few seconds. She knew she had no choice in the matter. If she didn't say what he wanted to hear, he would just shock her until she did. Swallowing what was left of her tattered pride, she shut her eyes, hung her head, and meekly answered, "yes, sir."

"What an eager piggy we have here. However, I don't think you're pretty enough yet to be our cum dump. How are we even supposed to find your fuckholes with all that ugly, mangy fur on your ass and pussy? I think a nice shave would really help show off your fat rolls, don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir," replied Fifi, almost growling. At this point she was so angry, she couldn't see straight. Though, her rage transformed back into terror once again as the orderlies slid leather mitts over her paws. Once the mitts had been buckled on nice and tight, they began to tear off the straps that held her in the wheelchair before hoisting her up onto to her feet. With her hands in thick leather mitts, she could barely put up a fight as the stag dragged her over to the corner of the room by her collar while the other orderlies had her by the arms.

In a matter of seconds, they forced her arms above her head and fastened her mitts to a chain hanging from down from the ceiling, leaving Fifi completely unable to defend herself, or even cover her shameful nakedness. A moment later, she felt the diaper disappear from around her waist, ripped off by one of the orderlies in the chaos, but the indignity didn't end there. The hyena chuckled as he fetched the spreader bar from the wall of toys and attached Fifi's ankle cuffs to either end of it, forcing her legs wide apart.

"Ready for your makeover, piggy?" asked the stag as he plugged in the electric hair clippers and turned them toward the squirming hound.

"Please don't," she muttered, shaking her head weakly as she heard the loud buzzing of the electric trimmer. Naturally, her request for mercy was denied.

Naturally, her plea was ignored as the stag crept up behind the defenseless bitch and started shaving off rows of fur from her fat ass, and we wasn't gentle about either. After only a minute, Fifi's entire buttocks was totally hairless from the tail down. However, the degrading punishment didn't stop there, and her eyes went wide as she felt the trimmer traveling between her thighs next.

A moment later, the stag made his way back around to her front, not saying a word as he continued shaving the front. By the time the clippers stopped humming, her chubby pussy lips were totally bald. It was then that the stag stepped back to admire his work, confirming her diaper area was as smooth as the day she was born. That is, short of a few scraps and cuts where he'd dug his clippers in too deep. Still, he wasn't quite pleased with her shameful new hairdo.

"That's a fine looking breeding hole, but I don't think we're finished yet. A nasty ol' hog like you doesn't deserve the dignity of fur, and I'm going to make sure the other patients get to see every flap and fold on your obese body," said the stag, stepping in close to give her a playful slap on her freshly-shaven slit as she writhed helplessly in her restraints.

"No more, please" begged Fifi, but her cries couldn't be heard.

The other two orderlies loudly egged on the stag, cheering and jeering as he took the shaver to the bitch's round belly and started shaving out a pattern. Soon, her jiggling gut was just as bald as her ass cheeks and the stag was ready to move onto her two big sagging udders. He worked quickly, despite her sobs for lenience, shaving the fur from around the nipple, before lifting her tits one at a time to shave underneath. Before long, Fifi was hairless from her neck down to her cunt. She cried profusely as she looked down at herself, but it still wasn't over.

Fifi screamed as the stag grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her head down. Before she ever had a chance to react, she felt the clippers being dragged back and forth across her scalp. She tried to pull her head away, but the powerful stag just tightened his grip until it hurt too much to struggle. Forced to look down at the floor, Fifi could only watch as her treasured blond head fur floated down to the floor below.

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you," she moaned weakly as tears ran down her muzzle.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough," said the stag with a cold laugh as he removed his belt. "But first, you have to learn your place, little lady."

With that, he gestured for the cougar to tighten the straps on her muzzle. Once she could no longer speak, he moved around behind her and wrapped the belt around his hand. He didn't have the courtesy to give her a warning before winding back with his belt and putting it across her dimpled rear-end.

Relentless, muffled screams could be heard through the bitch's muzzle as the stag took the belt to her hide, whipping her fast and hard across both her bare buttcheeks. She tugged desperately against her restraints, but it was to no avail, leaving her totally defenseless as she felt the sting of the strap all over her naked body. She tried to plead for help, but she couldn't open her mouth wide enough to get out a single coherent word. Knowing this, her captors were planning for a long night of debauchery.

"C'mon boys, what're you waiting for? Get this piggy oiled up. I want these welts to glow when we're done with her," said the stag, pausing to give Fifi a chance to catch her breath before continuing to ruthlessly lash her buttocks.

Sure enough, his two lackeys were more than happy to help, quickly surrounding Fifi with bottles of baby oil in their hands. Equal parts horny and sadistic, the two began to oil up the front of her hairless body, careful not to neglect even an inch of her freshly shaven flesh. They whistled and made lewd comments as they rubbed her soft, smooth skin, being sure to pay special attention to her breasts and pussy. However, Fifi didn't hear too many of their crude comments while her ass was being beat into a wasteland of throbbing, raised welts.

"I think that's enough," said the stag, tossing his belt to the side. "Don't forget her fat ass, guys. I want to see those two big hams looking nice and shiny".

Without hesitation, they lovingly rubbing oil into every crack and crevice of Fifi's red, glowing rump. It didn't do anything to ease the pain, but it did make her look more pathetic as she stood, tied, naked, and bawling with her gnarled ass on full display. Snot and drool dripped from her chin as she moaned and wailed, but they weren't ready to let her rest yet. In fact, the party was just beginning.

"Jiggle that gut for us, baby," said the hyena with a snicker as he jammed his hand down his pants and grasped his cock.

"Yeah, go on and do a little dance. Shake your lovely piggy flab for us," said the stag, joining in as he brandished the shock collar remote.

Again, Fifi cried out as she felt another bolt of electricity enter the side of her neck, making her twitch. Nonetheless, she didn't waste any time waiting for the next shock to come. She desperately began to shake and shimmy as best she could considering her restraints and the uncomfortable position she was forced to stand in. Even still, she tried her hardest to put on a good show as the men looked on, laughing as she disgraced herself. With the threat of her shock collar on her mind, all she cared about was bouncing her obese body up and down to delight her cruel fans. Unfortunately, her best effort still weren't enough to satisfy them.

Another shock came, and then another. The stag was giving Fifi a shock every few seconds as she writhed and shook, still trying to please her new masters with her undignified piggy dance. He could see she was trying her hardest, but that didn't matter to him. He wanted to keep her whimpering and twitching as she shook her glistening, well-oiled assets for them. There was no need to go easy on the worthless cunt anyway. The shock collar had plenty of battery power remaining, not to mention the backup batteries. There was plenty of time to play before nurse Buttercup would be coming back around for meal time, and they had everything they needed to make the most of it.

The poor broken hound danced herself to exhaustion before she finally got a break from the painful corrective shocks. Finally, she was able to stop her shameful dance and just hang there with her arms above her head and her sloppily-shaven head hung low. Now that she was no longer screaming and hollering constantly, she had a chance to catch her breath. As the air filled her lungs, she gave a sigh of relief, just happy to be alive. Though, her captors didn't like that one bit.

"Oh, you think we're done with you, pig? After everything you did to the headmistress' poor little sister? No, we're just getting started, " said the stag, once again positioning himself behind Fifi as she trembled, naked and afraid.

The beaten and abused bitch looked over shoulder just in time to see the stag holding up a huge black butt plug. To Fifi's horror, it was totally hollow. This meant that despite the plug's impressive girth, it wasn't going to prevent anything from escaping her crap chute. In fact, it would have the opposite effect. With her tight tailhole forced open nice and wide, there was no way she'd be able to control her bowels. She knew this from experience, having used similar plugs on her victims in the past. Now these evil bastards were going to give her a taste of her own medicine by making her as incontinent as a newborn. She shook her head and moaned, pleading for mercy with her eyes, but the stag just smiled.

"What's the matter? Afraid of a little ass play?" asked the stag, rubbing the hard rubber plug up and down Fifi's long, hairless ass crack as he continued. "Tell you what. I'll even lube it up if you can show me what a good little piggy cocksucker you are."

Again, Fifi's eyes went wide with terror. She couldn't imagine having that behemoth of a butt plug rammed up her ass with no lubricant. It was as big as her fist and nearly eight inches long from the base. She had no choice but to be a good girl or have her tailhole destroyed. Given her options, she resolved to obey every command, no matter how degrading. She didn't want to let these disgusting bastard win, but it was the only way she'd survive long enough to escape this place. If she made them think she was totally broken, they would eventually let their guard down. Maybe then she could find an opportunity to talk to someone, or find a way to contact the outside world. To that end, she resisted the urge to spout the many obscene death threats swirling around in her head as she felt the leather muzzle loosen from around her jaw.

"Get ready tubby," said the hyena, holding up a bright-red dildo shaped like a canine's cock. "We're gonna test your gag reflex now."

A moment later, the hyena thrust the rubber sex-toy into Fifi's face, causing the frightened hound to turn her face away in shame. She closed her eyes tight and felt another deluge of tears begin to roll down her cheeks. The laughter of the horny males surrounded her made her feel like a cheap whore, but she knew they wouldn't stop until she gave them what they wanted.

Before the hyena even had a chance to scold her, she turned to face him once again, even going so far as to look him right in his beady black eyes. She gave him a cold, vengeful stare for a brief moment before opening up her muzzle and sticking out her long, pink tongue. As expected, the hyena wasted no time in shoving the dildo halfway down Fifi's throat.

"C'mon, I want to hear you grunt like a horny pig when I fuck your slobbering mouth-hole," teased the ruthless hyena as he grabbed Fifi behind her bald head and forced the rubber cock even further down her throat.

"Aug... Ack... Uughrk..." gurgled Fifi as she gagged on the toy in her mouth. She couldn't breathe with her throat stuffed and there was a very real risk of vomiting formula all over herself. She tried to wait patiently for her captor to let go over her head, but soon she was in a panic, fearing that he was going to let her choke to death. She tried to pull away from the hyena's grip, but he held on tight, not letting the hound escape until he was satisfied that she'd suffered for rejecting him earlier.

"You're not going anywhere, fatty. Hold still and take it like the fucking cum slut you are," said the hyena, no longer laughing as he forced the giant dog cock in and out of the sobbing bitch's throat.

He wasn't gentle either, literally hammering the dildo against the back of her throat as she gagged and coughed. All the while, holding her head in firmly in place as he punished her, not letting her go until strings of sticky drool were running from her bottom lip. By the time the hyena was through with her, Fifi had literally witness half her life flash before her eyes.

Her bulbous body twitched, shaking like Jello as she sobbed and coughed, trying to catch her breath. She expected another brutal throat-fucking to come any second, but surprisingly the Hyena let go of her head. She wondered if it was over already, but she wouldn't be so lucky. A second later, the hyena grabbed one of Fifi's shiny, oiled tits, keading her sensitive udder with one hand while holding the dildo up to her lips with the other.

"Show us what a cock-hungry sow you are and worship it," said the Hyena, grinning as he tapped her on the nose with the big rubber cock, "Be sure to grunt like a pig to show us how much you're enjoying yourself."

Fifi whimpered, feeling her nipples getting stiff as the hyena continued to grope her plump breasts. She hated every second of this humiliation, but nonetheless her traitorous cunt was getting wet all the same. Unfortunately, her shameful arousal drove her to distraction just long enough to warrant another shock from the stag who watched on in amusement as the poor bitch let out a surprised yelp.

"Yes, sir," mumbled Fifi, responding to the hyena's previous request before leaning forward and running her tongue up the shaft of the rubber dog cock in front of her.

"That's right, don't fight it," said the hyena. "This is your new life now."

Fifi didn't respond, too busy slurping, sucking, and slobbering all over the dildo in the hyena's hand. The teary-eyed bitch snorted and grunted as she worked, hoping to earn praise from her new masters. She knew it could still get worse, and she definitely didn't want to know how that butt plug would feel going in without lube. Having no other choice, she swallowed her pride and worshiped that rubber cock like it was her only salvation.

"Look at you, grunting like a horny pig," said the hyena, continuing to torment his plaything. "I know you're enjoying yourself, don't deny it. I can see how wet that pussy is already. Probably fantasizing about sucking our cocks everyday for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yes, sir," said Fifi, trying not to let his words get to her as she got back to scouring the underside of the dildo with her long, wet tongue, but he didn't stop there.

"I knew you had the hots for me," said the hyena, getting even more arrogant as he continued. "You've been stealing glances at my crotch since you first laid eyes on me. Ain't that right?"

"Yes, sir," said Fifi once again, becoming noticeably antagonized as she resumed her dildo training, but the hyena still didn't shut up, becoming unhinged as he went on.

"And if you're thinking of using those big sharp teeth to protect yourself, let me tell you it's not worth it. So much as nip at us and the headmistress will send you down to pay a visit to the dentist's chair," said the hyena, pinching the poor hound's already raw nipple and giving a firm twist.

Fifi cried out, but soon found the dildo being rammed back into her muzzle to silence her. She grunted and groaned, angrily sucking the ruby-red dog dick as the hyena continued to wrench and tug on her sensitive teat. The other two orderlies snickered at the shameful display, but the hyena wasn't laughing as he continued terrorizing his new plaything.

"Normally they give you the knockout gas. Then you wake up a week later with a smile that's all gums. Though, considering how much the headmistress despises you, I doubt you'll even get anesthetic when they wheel you down to the basement and start renovating that pretty little cock-sucker of yours."

"Fug ooh," said Fifi, unable to contain her hatred any longer. Her words were muffled by the rubber dong in her mouth, but the meaning came through clear enough to land the defiant bitch into a whole heap of trouble.

Without warning, the hyena tighten the strap around Fifi's muzzle, forcing her mouth shut tight around the thick rubber dog knot in her muzzle. She couldn't spit it out with her mouth clenched shut and she couldn't speak a word past the massive dildo stuffed in her maw. As she struggled to grunt out an apology, she found herself gagging over and over. She was forced to quiet down after a few rounds of frantic choking, but that didn't mean her new masters were through with her.

The stag was going to make her pay for her latest infraction. He wanted to make sure she learned to equate resistance with pain, and she wasn't going to forget this lesson anytime soon. Without saying a word, he reached down, gently parted the hound's big bald butt cheeks, and slipped the thick plug up into the crack of her ass. Fifi immediately bit down on the semi-soft toy in her mouth, knowing what was coming next.

With a grin, the stag began forcing the plug up her tight shithole. The bitch was screaming like a banshee before the plug was even half-way in, but the stag didn't slow down, applying even more pressure as it got harder and harder to force the plug in. By the time the plug was nearly in place, Fifi's anus had reached its limit, refusing to allow the plug in any further. The desperate bitch tried to force her meaty thighs together in self defense, but the spreader bar kept her holes open and vulnerable, just as the orderlies planed.

"Stop your squealing," hollered the stag, annoyed by the high-pitched wailing that echoed throughout the room as he repeatedly tried to ram the rest of the plug up into the hounds throbbing tailhole. "You're wasting your breath anyway. This room is completely soundproof, you dumb cunt."

Regardless, the cries of anguish continued as the stag worked the plug in, making progress little by little as the hound writhed in agony. For a moment, it looked like it might not fit after all. The stag was about to give up when Fifi's worn out asshole suddenly gave in, sucking the plug up inside her body, leaving only the base of the butt plug peeking out from in-between her shiny, hairless butt cheeks.

Of course, the sobbing and crying didn't stop there. The plug was finally in place, but that didn't mean her torture was over. The pain from the oversized plug forced Fifi to hunch over in discomfort. If it weren't for the fact that her arms were chained above her head, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand on her own trembling legs. Despite this, there was still more humiliation to endure.

She stood quivering in anguish as the orderlies taped a thick disposable diaper around her waist. She knew it wouldn't be long now before she soiled herself, and then she'd be forced to wallow in her own stinking filth until one of these horrible bastards decided to reward her with a change. It was shameful and degrading, but at least her nether regions were safe from anymore potential abuse for now. With her defenseless pussy hidden away in a diaper, and her mouth already full, she figured they were finished with her, but she couldn't have been more wrong. There were still a few hours before nurse Buttercup came back to get Fifi for dinner and they were going to enjoy every minute, starting off the fun and games with an ordinary bunch of bananas.

"Do you know what these are?" asked the stag, holding up an entire bunch of ripe bananas for his new plaything to see.

Fifi didn't even try to speak, knowing she'd gag on the big rubber dog cock that was tickling the back of her throat. Instead, she slowly nodded her head, wondering why her captors were already snickering amongst themselves. She couldn't see what was so funny. Sure, she could think of a few ways to humiliate a slave using a banana, but that seemed rather tame, considering what she'd been through already. Though, she soon learned just how depraved her new masters could be.

"Good. Then you'll be glad to know these are going to be your dinner tonight," said the stag, smugly. "Better than that yucky formula, right?"

Again, Fifi nervously nodded her head, wondering what the catch would be. Judging by their big grins, it was obvious they knew something she didn't, like a big joke that she wasn't in on. Whatever it was, she wasn't getting it. Even the sight of the stag slowly unpeeling the first banana didn't do much to strike fear into her heart. That is, until she felt a tug on the back of her diaper.

"Let's just put these someplace nurse Buttercup will be sure to find them," said the stag, sticking a finger down into the hound's waistband as though he was going to check her diaper.

A chill ran down Fifi's spine as she felt the first banana drop down into the seat of her diaper, immediately realizing what they had been laughing about all along. A moment later, she felt another whole peeled banana slip down the back of her diaper, followed by another shortly after that. Soon, her diapers were weighed down with over a pound of ripe bananas, and the fear was beginning to set in. She tried not to think about what would happen if she messed her diapers before dinner, but her captors made it very hard to ignore the reality of her situation.

"You just hold onto these until Buttercup gets back," said the stag, pressing his open palm against the seat of her diaper, mashing the soft bananas against her smooth, naked backside. "They should be nice and warm after a few hours under your fat sweaty ass. Let's just hope you don't empty your bowels all over them, because nurse B. is going to force feed you whatever's in that diaper come dinner time. After all, we don't waste food around here."

Fifi shook her head and began sobbing like a newborn baby as the stag rudely gropped her fat butt, working sticky mashed banana into the cracks and crevices of her unwashed ass. She could barely believe what she was hearing, praying it was all some sick joke as she imagined the revolting sights, smells, and worse of all, flavors that a diaper full of banana and shit pudding would offer as a meal. However, she didn't get an sympathy from the other two watching from the sidelines.

"Look at her blubbering already," said the cougar, crossing his arms. "No way this big baby makes it to dinner time with a clean diaper."

"I hope not," said the hyena. "I want to see the look on her face when she accidentally muck-spreads all over her dinner."

"Considering the size of the plug I stuffed up her ass, she'll be lucky to go two hours the rest of her life without dumping a load in her pants," said the stag, smiling as he slapped the whimpering hound on her big round belly. "Now let's get her down so we can start training our new bitch."

Fifi fell clumsily to the floor as the stag unhooked her leather mitts from the chain above her head. She knew she couldn't get back up to her feet with her ankles strapped to the spreader bar and her paws in thick leather mitts, so she just stayed down on her hands and knees. As she looked up through tear-filled eyes, she saw the orderlies looking down at her with contempt. That is, until the stag held up the shock collar remote and smiled.

"You gonna be a good girl and do all the tricks we tell you?" asked the stag, giving their new pet a few punishment shocks for no other reason than to show he could.

Fifi grunted and squealed as she twitched, waiting for the shocks to stop before she lifted her head and gave a pathetic nod to show she was too broken to fight back. There was no point resisting when her captors could zap her into submission with the mere press of a button. She was their slave as long as that collar stayed padlocked around her neck, and she knew it. The training was working like a charm.

The orderlies removed the spreader bar, but left the leather cuffs on her ankles for later. Even with her legs free, she didn't bother to struggle or kick her feet, too afraid of the inevitable jolt that would surely follow. She was just happy she could finally close her legs, but the additional freedom was soon offset by something that would render her even more helpless.

The orderlies got her up onto her feet once more. The cougar and hyena held her by the arms to keep from falling, while the stag pulled a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps from his pocket. Fifi began to sob once more as she felt the clamps bite down on each of her nipples. They were surprisingly heavy, likely due to the short, but durable chain that hung from each of the clamps, making her nipples feel like they were being pulled on constantly. Her tits were still sore from her rough feeding earlier, and she could barely stand the pain. Though, it would only get worse from there.

Using a bit of teamwork, the orderlies had no problem keeping Fifi still while the stag secured the small chains dangling from each of the nipple clamps to the wristbands of her mitts, immobilizing her arms. With her right paw clamped to her right tit, and her left paw clamped to her left tit, she could barely move her arms more than an inch without giving her teats an agonizing tug. The other two orderlies left her side a moment later, leaving her to stand on her own as she tried to adjust to the pain in her chest as well as her fully-stretched rectum.

She whimpered and drooled, unable to swallow with her mouth completely stuffed. She was aware of how pathetic she must have looked, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her shaved tits and belly on full display as she stood, hunched over in her diaper, unable to stand straight thanks to the massive fist-sized plug in her tailhole. She could feel the mashed bananas starting to make her hairless backside itch and sweat, but she couldn't scratch with her wrists chained to her massive udders. She was exhausted, and her body ached all over. She kept wishing that nurse Buttercup would come walking through the door any moment to take her away from these three horny devils, but no one ever came.

Fifi suffered horrible indignities over the next several hours as her new masters turned her into a brainless piggy slut, teaching her plenty of degrading tricks that should would have to perform on command many times a day from now on. They started with basic training, instructing her in the proper method of how to squeal like a pig, an important skill since that would be her only method of communication going forward. They eventually moved onto more interesting subjects, such as how to present her tailhole to them when commanded, and even the official "Piggy Mating Dance" which involved a lot of strenous squating and gyrating to really get her blubber moving. Under threat of the shock collar, she had no choice but to obey every command they gave her, no matter how humiliating or exhausting. Though, nothing could have prepared her for the utter shame that came next.

They made her jog around the room in nothing but a diaper, with her obese, jiggling body on full display. She could barely walk, let alone run, thanks to the huge hollow plug up her ass, but the orderlies kept her motivated. The hyena had a paddle, while the cougar had a crop. The stag, always being the overachiever, brandished a leather strap in one hand, while he keeping the shock collar remote ready to go in the other. Between the three of them, they whipped, slapped, and spanked their helpless plaything until her belly, back, and thighs were glowing red and laden with layers of throbbing raised welts.

Fifi was in agony, but couldn't even scream for help with the rubber dog cock strapped in her mouth. It seemed a second didn't pass that she wasn't being beaten or yelled at, and it was all she could do to keep from collapsing into a sobbing mess on the floor. Though, somehow she persevered, jogging in circles for over twenty minutes until her legs felt like they would give out from under her, but it never seemed to be enough for her cruel captors. They were relentless, not letting her stop for a moment. That is, until they got the payoff they were waiting for.

The orderlies all burst into laughter as they saw Fifi's diaper puff out in the back, visibly expanding to accommodate the gigantic payload of shit that had just exploded out of the poor hound's painfully stretched anus. This was made even more hilarious by the fact that the dumb bitch didn't even realize what had happened until she heard them busting a gut.

She came to a stop, panting and wheezing, wondering if "exercise time" was finally over, or if this was only a break. However, it soon dawned on her what had happened, catching a whiff of her own stinking shit-filled diaper before noticing the extra weight that had been added to her Huggies. At first, she hardly seemed to react, like she was too ashamed to admit that she'd crapped herself, but it wasn't long before her eyes had filled back up with tears as she whimpered with fear, praying they weren't really going to make her eat it. Unfortunately, it didn't sound like she'd be getting any mercy.

"Wow, that is one droopy diaper. You must really be hungry," said the stag.

Fifi didn't respond. She could only stand there naked and shivering, overcome with dread as she tried to imagine what her dinner was going to taste like now that it had been befouled. To make matters worse, she could feel her stomach beginning to churn again already, and it was only a matter of seconds before another dose of sloppy, semi-solid manure was added to the back of her diaper, weighing it down even further.

She panicked, feeling her diaper begin to slip down her meaty thighs thanks to weight of her huge bowel movements. Afraid of what would happen if she let it fall, she immediately bowed her legs out in a most degrading fashion to keep it from slipping down any further. As expected, her shameful pose was noticed immediately.

"I guess she wanted seconds," said the hyena, laughing as Fifi hung her head in shame.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she squeezes out dessert next," said the cougar, sneering with sick satisfaction as he watched the degrading display.

Fifi let out a terrified squeak as the stag took her by the collar and started spanking the seat of her loaded diaper, mashing the mess up against her bare bottom. The poor hound shuddered as she felt the sticky filth being painted across her hairless ass cheeks. Overcome with disgust, she made the mistake of trying to pull away, causing the stag to tighten his grip and pull back on her collar, strangling her as he continued to work dung into every inch of her diaper.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked the stag, grinning devilishly. "You're not going anywhere until we're done with you. Now tell me, is the smell from your diaper making you hungry yet?"

Fifi nodded without hesitation, unable to breath with the collar wrapped around her throat. Every instinct she had told her to reach up and try to pry the leather collar off her windpipe, but that only resulted in her painfully stretching her bruised nipples as she tried to lift her mitts up to her neck. As expected, the pain from the nipple clamps quickly reminded her that she wasn't allowed the privilege of defending herself, and she returned her paws back in front of her chest where they belonged. Her masters were allowed to use her however they wanted, and the stag wanted to make that very clear as he pulled back on the collar even harder to show Fifi he wasn't fucking around.

"Someone get over here and swap out this muzzle for a ring gag," said the stag, bossing around his toadies while he held Fifi firmly by the neck.

The leather muzzle was quickly unstrapped and peeled off her face, allowing the rubber dog cock to be removed from her mouth. Her mouth was finally free once more, but her relief didn't last long as she was forced to take a steel ring gag only seconds later. The gag was buckled on extra tight, forcing her jaw open painfully wide, leaving her mouth totally open for violation. Only then did the stag release her collar, allowing her to stumble forward and fall to her knees.

Luckily, she didn't hurt her knees to badly during the fall, but that didn't stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks as she gasped for air. When she finally worked up the courage to look back up at her captors, she saw them standing over her with their cocks out, smiling down at her.

"Time for your next lesson, pig," said the stag, staring coldly into her eyes and he firmly pressed the button on the shock collar remote again and again.

... ... ... Some Time Later ... ... ...

"Well, it sure looks like you had a good time with the boys," said nurse Buttercup as she came through the door to fetch Fifi for dinner.

The poor overweight hound sat sobbing on her "time out stool" in the center of the room. Her belly and breasts were layered with red, painful-looking welts, and her diaper was clearly filled to capacity. The ring gag was still locked securely in place, allowing a stream of saliva to flow from her open mouth and run own down over her flabby, bald body. The whimpering bitch looked like she desperately wanted to reach up and remove the uncomfortably large gag from her mouth, but her mitted paws were useless, still chained to her shiny metal nipple clamps as they had been for hours. The large bovine nurse smirked as she circled the stool, continuing to judge the wretched specimen before her.

The orderlies had written all over her with permanent marker. Anywhere she'd been shaven had been filled in with crass graffiti. It was mostly just crude profanity, but Buttercup had to give them credit for the sheer volume of words and phrases covering the battered diaper slave. There had to be hundreds of comments left all over her naked body, and there was quite a variety. Many commented on her weight, such as "fatso," "lard butt," "wide load," and various other pig related insults. The word "RAPIST" was emblazoned across her forehead in thick letters, along with a message "I deserve this" scrawled on her stomach. Though, her favorite had to be "Piggy Feed Bag" written across the seat of her foul smelling diaper.

"I think the orderlies did a great job getting you ready for your meeting with the headmistress later," said the nurse, "Now, are you going to apologize to her for what you did to her sister?"

Fifi nodded her head, staring forward with a blank expression, hoping to avoid doing anything to instigate a confrontation with the massive, muscled women standing before her. The poor hound couldn't handle anymore punishments, having been through hell over the past few hours. Unfortunately, Buttercup seemed just as needlessly cruel as the orderlies.

"Good, the first step to healing is to admit what a cunt you've been," said Buttercup, leaning down to pat Fifi on the head much harder than necessary. "I doubt the headmistress will ever forgive you, or let you leave here, but you'd better get used to begging for forgiveness, because you're going to be doing it a lot from now on. The boys did teach you to beg like a proper sow, didn't they?"

Fifi nodded, shifting around atop her tall stool, trying to sooth her aching back. However, there was little comfort to be found, especially with Buttercup glaring down at her. She didn't want to be stared at in her humiliating condition. Covered in writing, stewing in a soiled diaper, her fur crusted with copious amounts of semen, she was truly pathetic. Of course, Buttercup wasn't shy about pointing it out either.

"Tell me, did any of their cum actually make it into your mouth, or did it all end up on your face?" asked the smug bovine, not waiting for an answer before reaching down into her pocket to fetch a shiny metal nose clamp.

The slumped-over hound suddenly looked more alert as she saw the clamp heading toward her face, but there was nothing she could do once Buttercup had a hold of her.

"Stay still and take your medicine," said the nurse, holding onto Fifi's head firmly with one of her powerful hands, while using the other to jam the cold, steel clamp up into the squirming bitch's nostrils.

Fifi let out a long, ear piercing shriek as the clamp pinched down on her delicate septum. It was the most painful thing she'd suffered the whole night. She sneezed and snorted, bawling like a baby as snot dripped from her nose. Even after all she'd suffered today, it still took almost a minute before the pain died down enough for her to stop her screaming. Though, Buttercup still didn't show mercy, attaching a short chain to the newly installed nose clamp to use as a leash for her new bitch.

"Get your fat ass up and show me the mess you made of your dinner," ordered Buttercup, giving the short chain a firm tug to urge the hound up to her feet.

The pain of the septum clamp caused Fifi to practically jump off the stool, howling in pain as the metal teeth dug into her sensitive cartilage. The new leash was so effective that Buttercup had no problem forcing the hound's head down until she was bent over far enough to properly show off the seat of her bulging diaper. Fifi could only stand there, shaking in pain and humiliation with her bottom stuck out, allowing the nurse a chance to peer down the back of her sagging, low-hanging diaper.

"Oh god, what kind of disgusting shit freak are you?" asked Buttercup, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she saw the muddy brown quagmire that had worked its way up the back of Fifi's diaper. "You've gone and spread filth all over your diaper, on purpose, I assume. Are you just trying to make my job harder? Maybe getting back at me for that rough feeding I gave you earlier?"

Fifi shook her head, trying to grunt out an apology.

"And now you're lying right to my face," scoffed Buttercup. "Just as soon as I finish shoveling these chocolate covered bananas down your throat, you're coming back here for a fresh diaper and a nice, long retention enema to make sure your clean diaper doesn't stay clean for long. I'm thinking an extra soapy solution to help clean all the bullshit out of you."

Fifi was so angry it felt like she was going to burst a blood vessel. The pitiful state of her diapers was purely the fault of the orderlies. Not only were they responsible for the hollow plug jammed up her tailhole, but they also went to great lengths to ensure there weren't any solid chunks of banana left in her diaper by the time training was over. They paddled and groped her messy backside at every opportunity, and when they got tired of that, they ordered her to wallow in her own filth for their amusement.

They made sit on a hard wooden stool over and over, forcing her to stand and sit repeatedly until her legs were too tired to support her weight. She had no idea how long it went on, but she knew it must have been hundreds of repetitions, grinding the contents of her rancid diaper into a slippery paste. Now she was being blamed, accused of enjoying the feel of her own stinking feces against her bare skin. It wasn't fair dammit, but she couldn't speak a word to defend herself with her mouth forced open wide by her ring gag. Even still, Buttercup could see the rage and frustration in the hounds eyes. Though, she didn't get mad. In fact, she just smiled and leaned in close to Fifi's ear.

"If you think you hate me now, just wait until you're strapped down in your highchair. If you thought lunch was rough, you haven't seen anything yet," said Buttercup, watching with pleasure as the fiery look disappeared from the hound's eyes, replaced with a look of utter hopelessness.

The broken bitch didn't even bother to resist as Buttercup tugged on her nose chain, leading her out into the hallway. Now more than ever, Fifi had to walk with her legs bowed out to keep her diaper from sliding down her legs. The back of her diaper drooped down low, showing off the top of her ass crack, and she didn't dare let it slip any further. Especially as she felt another hefty load of soupy, wet stool come oozing out through the hollow plug in her tailhole.

However, the shameful parade still didn't slow down, forcing her to defecate in mid stride as the nurse led her down the hallway by the nose. Fifi didn't know what was worse, the pain from her nose, the pain from her chewed-up nipples, or the pain of being gawked at as she shambled clumsily through the halls.

Patients and other staff all stopped what they were doing to ogle the hounds shaven, marked up flesh, and laugh at the ridiculous open mouthed expression on her face. She wanted to hang her head, but the short leash forced her nose up high in the air, ensuring she witnessed every moment of her own public shaming. Unable to bear her suffering with any dignity, she wept openly, drool and snot dripping from her chin until they finally disappeared through the rec room doors.