Failed The Beta Screen Ch 03

At 5:58 PM, with two minutes to spare, Tina wheeled a new and improved Cindy into the procedure suite, dressed only in a loose hospital gown. Her hair now reached almost to her shoulders with the extensions. It had been bleached and then dyed pink. Her body was now completely hairless below the eyebrows. The nurses had even waxed and plucked off the stragglers left behind by the hair removal cream. Her face was made up with mascara, contouring foundation, eye shadow, and pink lipstick. For her intake file, they had taken photographs, strange fusions of mug shot and glamour shot.

But the changes did not stop there. Her lower intestines had been power washed by three enemas before being filled with 20 cc's of thick lubricating gel. It made Cindy feel like she had to take a shit, and she was struggling to keep her anus closed tight in the wheelchair. As the pushed through the doors to the procedure room, Tina kissed Cindy on top of her hot pink head, "You take care now, little Cindy. Monique and I look forward to getting to know you MUCH better while you're here."

Dr. Fincher was already setting up the procedure tray with a rainbow of different syringes, accompanied by a much younger asian woman, also wearing a white coat, who was preparing the examination chair.

"Ah! Here we are, Tina, right on time. This is Dr. Jane Akino, one of our interns from the university completing her rotation in beta health. She'll be assisting me. And this must be Cindy!"

Cindy had been studying her reflection in the wall mirror, but she already subconsciously recognized her new name. She jerked her head back in the direction of the doctor. "Huh?" The peak effect of the drug had passed and rational thoughts were slowly beginning to take shape again in her mind.

Dr. Akino jumped in, hoping to impress her superior. "Come along, Cindy. We've got this nice comfy chair for you."

"I'm not sure..." Cindy hesitated, but Akino hurried her along.

"There's a good girl. Let's get those feet up in the stirrups."

And so Cindy found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Dr. Akino made sure her wrists were secured above her head and her ankles were strapped into the stirrups.

Having her legs spread so wide, Cindy almost lost control of her sphincter. She caught herself quickly but not before a single drop of lubricant leaked out of her anus and slowly rolled down her ass crack. Cindy felt humiliated, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as her butthole while her cheeks blushed adorably. Her hairless dicklette throbbed against her bare pubis.

Dr. Akino didn't make anything of it, but the more experienced Dr. Fincher realized that Cindy's self-aware embarassment was a clear sign that the drug was wearing off. Dr. Fincher explained this to his trainee as he collected some additional equipment off the stand. "Best not to take any chances," he advised as he pushed a bit gag into Cindy's mouth and tightened it behind her head, "Safety is the most important thing." He added an additional restraint around Cindy's neck to discourage her from trying to lift her head off the cushion.

"Should we re-dose her?" Dr. Akino asked.

"No, we should be able to finish here, and I don't want her to require monitoring afterwards."

Dr. Akino nodded in understanding as she pressed the button to fold down the table's end, allowing the bottom halves of the beta's buttocks to hang off the table.

Cindy became even more alert as she felt a finger press against her puckered rim.

Dr. Fincher saw her eyes shoot open and sighed. "Tell her what you're doing, Jane. It will be easier if she's cooperative."

Again Dr. Akino nodded at the feedback from her mentor. "Okay Cindy, you're going to feel my finger. Just relax and let me inside."

Cindy tried to verbalize some kind of protest from behind her gag.

"It's ok, Cindy, I know the nurses filled you up with lube. Go ahead and just let go. I'm in charge. Let your anus go slack."

Cindy whimpered as she felt the young doctor's finger slide into her rectum. Thick lube overflowed around the finger, wetting the beta's young cunt.

"That's it. Good girl, Cindy, very good. Here comes another finger, keep relaxing for me just like that, good."

Cindy arched her lower back and moaned as her tight tunnel expanded to accommodate another digit. The young doctor was experienced with this part of the procedure and knew just how to feather her touch over the prostate to loosen up a beta girl's sphincter. Cindy's little cock stiffened under the woman's ministrations. It quickly stood straight up in the air.

Dr. Akino arched an eyebrow at the atypically positive response and looked to her mentor for guidance.

"She's a class 3 beta, Jane. The little slut actually creamed herself during her screening. Her anus was supposedly virgin until today too."

Dr. Akino's eyes went wide at this new information. How lucky she was to have this opportunity to train on such an extreme case. She knitted her brow and concentrated on the next part of the procedure.

"Okay Cindy, I'm going to insert the speculum now. Keep relaxing, you're doing great!"

"Spefcudum?!" Cindy screeched with the gag in her mouth. She felt the touch of cold metal against her anus, and she bucked for all she was worth.

"God damn it!" Dr. Akino exclaimed in frustration. "I told you we should have re-dosed her." Then she caught her mentor's hard scolding stare and quieted down.

"Now now, doctor. Remember your training. Are chemical restraints your only option for a speculum exam?"

The trainee blew out an exhalation to center herself and thought about it. "Testicular stabilization?" she ventured.

Dr. Fincher smiled at his student. "Exactly. Grab her by the balls!"

Dr. Akino wrapped a gloved hand around what used to be the beta's genitals. She gently squeezed until she had a firm grip on the base of the girl's scrotum, lifting her hairless balls away from her body. Cindy froze when she felt the unyielding tension on her most vulnerable parts. For a moment, no one spoke, acknowledging the shift in power.

And then the moment was over. "Okay Cindy, let's try this again. You're ok. Keep your little butt still." Then she pushed the lubed tip of the speculum into the beta's sweet ass.

"Mmmmrrrmmrr!" Cindy moaned into her gag as she felt the skinny instrument slide up her rear end. Her hips involuntarily tried to escape, but she was held fast by her balls in the young woman's grasp. A second later, it was over. She felt the woman's gloved fingers against her buttocks as the speculum fully seated itself in her rectum.

Cindy pushed air in and out of her lungs past the rubber bar in her jaws, forcing herself to calm down and adjust to the new occupant in her butthole.

"Alright Cindy, almost there. Now we're just going to open things up. Deep breath now honey, go ahead and push."

Dr. Akino began to spread the blades of the speculum. Cindy started squealing again, but no one reacted. Well not outwardly at least. Fincher's pants certainly seemed to be tightening. The man loved his job.

"mmmmmMmMmMmmMMMMMMMMM!!!" The speculum's jaws clicked into the open position.

"There we go!" Dr. Akino said triumphantly as she stared at the exposed pink walls of Cindy's cunt.

Dr. Fincher decided it was time to take a more active role in her supervision. "Have you ever done a class 3 beta, Jane?" The young woman looked up at him from between the beta's thighs and shook her head. "That's alright, you've read about them. Let's review the principles. What's the first step in a beta 3 transition procedure?"

"Erection mitigation."

"Correct. And what is the target mitigation for each beta class?"

Dr. Akino concentrated, recalling her notes. "No mitigation for class 1's, 50% for class 2's, and 80% for class 3's."

"Precisely right. So let's get her hard and calibrated."

The trainee selected an instrument that looked like an oversized Q-tip and moved the soft end carefully through the speculum's opening. Once through the hole, she adjusted her angle to gently stroke Cindy's prostate from the inside. Like pushing a switch, the beta's dicklette rose back to full mast.

Dr. Akino smiled in satisfaction. If only her boyfriend's dick could be so easy to manipulate. Maybe she should try...

"Alright Jane, let's get a baseline measurement." Fincher spurred her on, anxious to finish so he could get home and relieve the tension in his loins.

Dr. Akino carefully wrapped the pressure sensor around the engorged little shaft, securing it with the velcro strap. She pressed a button to take a measurement and the screen displayed 100%.

Dr. Fincher stroked the pretty beta's forehead, sweeping back the pink hair that had matted with her sweat. "Remember this sweetheart, the last real erection of the rest of your life. They won't confuse you anymore. Everything is going to be simpler for you." Cindy moaned, but it wasn't clear whether that was in response to his words or everything else. The sensations from her pelvic region were overwhelming her consciousness, but she subconsciously took the advice to record the moment with exceptional detail.

He passed Dr. Akino the syringe containing the patented Flaccidity solution that would permanently diminish the little bitch's ability to develop troublesome erections.

Again employing the testicular stabilization technique to hold her patient still, Dr. Akino brought the tip of the syringe needle to the base of her clitty. "Ok Cindy, little pinch now," and with that she slid the needle through the skin.

Cindy whimpered and the screen monitoring her erection turgidity dropped to 93%. Carefully holding the needle steady with one hand, Dr. Akino took the Q-tip instrument with her other hand and stroked her inner wall until the girl's cocklette rose back to 100% hardness. And then she pushed gently on the plunger and started to inject the solution.

The numbers on the screen fell rapidly as the girl's penis wilted. 90%...75%...50%. Dr. Akino was fascinated watching the little dick go limp. She was hit by a wave of intoxicating power. The beta's final hard-on belonged to her. She was totally in control, holding the girl's sexuality in her very hands. The power felt so-

"Dr. Akino!"

Her supervisor's words broke her out of her reverie, and she saw the screen displaying 17%. She couldn't catch herself before uttering every patient's least favorite medical term: "Oops!"

She stopped pushing the plunger and eased the needle out, pressing a small piece of gauze over the minuscule hole. The screen stabilized at 15%.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Fincher, I was watching her clitty drop and stopped looking at the screen for a moment."

Fincher sighed and gave his pupil a hard look before softening, "Don't worry about it, Jane. The only purpose an erection has for a class 3 is to tell her owner how aroused she is, and 15% is plenty for that."

Cindy fumed behind her gag, staring daggers at both of them, but neither seemed to notice.

Dr. Fincher handed his trainee a new syringe filled with a different color solution. Akino stared at the syringe before voicing her thoughts.

"Umm...do you think she still needs this? Even though she orgasmed during her screening?"

"Good question, let's think it through. What are the pro's and con's of beta prostatic growth hormone?"

"Um well, betas have the hormone injected to make the gland larger and more easily stimulated during anal receptive intercourse..."

"Very good. And the drawbacks?"

"Well it can make it more difficult to empty the bladder fully, causing betas to have to urinate more often, typically sitting down on the toilet so they can strain and empty as much as possible."

"Excellent! And doesn't that sound like a worthwhile tradeoff for most every beta?"

"I suppose..."

"Can a beta's asspussy ever be too horny? Too responsive? Are you worried she'll be enjoying sex too much?"

Dr. Akino smiled. "Gosh when you put it that way, I guess you're right!"

"Let's give her her medicine."

Dr. Akino injected Cindy's prostate with a generous dose, just under the surface of her rectal wall. The gland would swell over the next few weeks to bulge more prominently into her tunnel.

Dr. Fincher looked at his watch. "Alright, let's hustle. She's all done with needles. Now just the sensitizing gel, and then we'll get her caged and plugged." He passed her the applicator and the little jar of gel.

Using what looked like a fine-tipped paintbrush, Dr. Akino applied a thin coat of gel over the rectal surface of her prostate. The nerves in that area would forever be sensitized, dialing up the signals they send to Cindy's brain.

Dr. Akino was about to put away the sensitizing gel when she remembered that class 3 betas also need a treatment applied to their clits. She reached out and grabbed her girl's limp clitty.

"It's easier to get her cage partially on before sensitizing her," Dr. Fincher instructed, handing his trainee a pink plastic cage that matched the beta's hair.

Dr. Akino carefully slipped the beta's cocklette through the plastic ring, followed by her cute little coin purse. Now that the ring was secured in place, she set the other piece of the cage aside and took back the applicator brush. Holding the beta's clitty with a gloved hand, she carefully spread a thick layer of sensitizing gel over her glans and a thinner coat over her shaft.

Dr. Akino sat back and admired her work. The procedure ensured the beta's clitty would be too sensitive to tug on or pump with a fist like a man would. Instead, now Cindy would prefer a light touch, rubbing it gently with one or maybe two lubricated fingers, as an accessory to proper anal masturbation.

She slid the cage over the girl's new and improved clitty, locking it with a click. 'Lucky girls, class 3's,' Akino thought to herself. Most betas are more or less permanently caged, but thanks to the erection mitigation procedure they'd just performed, Cindy's cage would be removed in about a day once the sensitization gel was fully absorbed.

Then the catch on the speculum was released to bring the blades closed again. As the speculum was eased out, the girl's swollen rim closed tight once again in a perfect balloon knot.

Fincher saw a lot of assholes in his profession and even though this girl hadn't been bleached yet, Cindy's was one of the more attractive rosebuds he had seen. God, she really did look pathetic lying there, naked with her legs up in the stirrups and her body completely hairless, apart from her ridiculously pink long hair. She moaned as her sore opening clenched and relaxed a few times, adjusting to the loss of the speculum.

Akino noticed this too. "Don't worry Cindy, I know all of this probably has you looking for another orgasm, but there will be a vibrator in your room just for you!" The way she whimpered and closed her eyes told Akino she understood.

Dr. Fincher pushed a button on the wall and said, "she's ready for transport."

An orderly appeared with a wheelchair moments later to deliver her to her new home in the institute.

Dr. Akino reached up to take off the girl's gag but hesitated. The new beta didn't look like she was going to resist. She looked beaten. In fact, she looked like the epitome of defeat. Still, safety first. "Cindy, if I take off your gag, are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Cindy opened her eyes and looked back at the young doctor. There might have been some resentment in her eyes, but there was no fight there. The girl nodded submissively.

Akino unfasted the strap and gingerly extracted the black rubber bar from the girl's mouth. It was smeared with her pink lipstick. Cindy flexed her sore jaw while the doctor wiped the drool that had accumulated on her chin. Her wrist and ankle restraints were removed next, and the orderly helped her out of the stirrups to stand on shaky legs. She barely noticed the extra weight of the cage between her legs. They offered her the hospital gown back to cover her nakedness, and she put it on.

"Oh wait! Can't forget this!" Dr. Fincher said jovially, handing a squishy pink silicone butt plug to Dr. Akino.

"Oh right! Where is my head? Last case of the day, right?" Dr. Akino responded apologetically.

"Cindy, you can stay standing, just bend over the table so we can get you plugged."

Cindy stared back at the evil woman. The effects of the drug had resolved, and her thinking was clear again. Did Akino forget to do it while she was restrained on purpose? Just to make Cindy take an active part in her own subjugation? Was this a test? Should she make at least a symbolic gesture of resistance?

"Hurry up, Cindy, we're running late as it us. Bend over!"

Cindy doubted her decision (had she made a decision?), but she put her forearms on the table and leaned forward.

Dr. Akino had enough experience with betas to know how to move things along. She grabbed a handful of the girl's hair and pressed her elbow between the girl's shoulder blades. "All the way down, good girl." And just like that, Cindy found herself face down, ass up with her cheek resting on the padded table.

Dr. Akino released her and squirted some lube on the plug. "Reach back and spread those pretty cheeks for me, sweetheart."

Cindy blushed with humiliation. Again she thought to resist but it seemed ridiculous to start resisting now. The moment had passed. She reached back with both hands and gently parted her buttocks for the doctor.

Fincher, Akino, and even the orderly smiled. The submissiveness of betas was well recognized by society, but it was still something to see it in person.

Cindy felt the pressure against her anus. Her body had already begun to learn how to accept the penetration. She grunted as the soft plug slid inside her.

The doctor wiped off the excess lube with a soft cloth and then removed her gloves. "All done! Great job, Cindy! Have a seat and this nice gentleman will get you settled for the night!"

Fincher and Akino both waved to her as the orderly backed the wheelchair out of the room. Cindy waved back reflexively. In her defense, her mind was distracted by the delightful sensations coming from the plug in her sensitized behind.

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The wheelchair bounced and rattled down hallway after hallway and then to an elevator. Cindy realized she hadn't seen any windows. Could they be underground? She tried to remember her entrance to the facility, but the vibrations of the chair against her plugged bare ass kept her brain occupied.

The elevator doors opened to a sterile white hallway with numbered doors at regular intervals. The orderly stopped at the nurse's station at the end of the row.

"Evening, got a late addition checking in," the man said gruffly.

A plump woman wearing pink scrubs took the paperwork from the man, looked it over, and then dismissed him. Turning to Cindy, she set the paperwork down and bent forward with her hands on her knees, speaking as one would to a child, "Well hello there, Cindy! Aren't you just the cutest little thing! My name is Pam. Welcome to the residential floor of the Beta Treatment Institute! C'mon sweetie, let's get you settled."

She wheeled Cindy down the hall. After scanning her keycard, the door opened with a beep, and she wheeled Cindy inside.

The room was not what she expected. So much so, that her first impression was that she must be hallucinating from the drugs. She had expected an austere prison cell or maybe at best a sterile hospital room. But it was not that.

It was without a doubt the most luxurious, tastefully decorated room she had ever been in. Like something out of a magazine. Maybe nicer. Like an AI-generated image featured in an interior decorating magazine.

It was definitely a girl's room. The color scheme revolved around shades of pink. But it wasn't gaudy. Not some cheap porno set with a little girl slut theme. There were no portraits of dildos on the walls. Instead it was clear that the woman who lived here was sophisticated while still very sexual. But it was even more than that. More than just nice, it was exactly to Cindy's taste. Each piece of furniture seemed like exactly what she would have picked out if she'd had infinite money and time. How could this be?