Monsters - Chapter 23 – How To Care For Your Monster

Monsters

By Karen Singer

Chapter 23 – How To Care For Your Monster

The door opened and two young women came in, each wearing skirts so short they were practically naked.  One of them carried a plastic bottle.

“Yeah, there she is,” the one without the bottle said.  “Leave your shoes here by the door so they don’t get wet.”

Brandy watched as the two women kicked off their high heels.  Both women seemed to be overly interested in her.

“We’re lucky today,” the one without the bottle said.  “In this room, she’s the only one.  I think there’s only three in the other room right now.  When there’s a lot in each room it can really get messy.  But it’s still a lot better than cleaning the kennels.”

Brandy watched as the two women approached her.

“Damn!” the first one said.  “I’ve never seen anything like this.  Look at that bucket hanging under her.  That’s got to be what they were talking about.  The one we’re not allowed to empty until it’s spilling over.”

The two women were next to her now where she couldn’t see them.

“Damn!” the first one said again.  “The way it’s hanging from her breasts…that’s gotta hurt!  And there’s a tube running…uh-oh.”

It sounded like they were both behind her now.

“Oh shit!” the one who had done all the talking so far exclaimed.  “I’ve never seen anything like this.  Look what they did to her.  Obviously that tube is making sure all her pee goes into the bucket.  The rest of them just make a mess all over the floor.  But…damn, I can’t believe what they did to her.  That’s a first.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  The only good thing for her is that she’s not facing the wall like all the rest.”

Brandy felt them near her side.

“Shit sister,” the one who had done all the talking so far said.  “I don’t know what you did to piss them off, but I’ve never seen them do anything like this to someone before.  And…holy crap!  Damn!  There’s no releases for the catches on your cage.  None!  It’s all been…welded!  All over!  Shit!  There’s no way you can ever get out of there.”

A body blocked her view of the room.  The woman standing in front of her bent down so Brandy could see her face.  The woman shook her head.  “You must have done something really bad for them to do this to you.  I’m sorry.  I’ve never seen anything like this before.  And believe me, I’ve been in one of those things.  I know!  It only takes an hour or so before you realize you’ll do absolutely anything they want to get out of there – no matter what they want, from now on.  And it only took me one night in it before I realized that all I was, all I’d ever be, is three holes for them to stick their cocks into whenever they want – for the rest of my life!  I know I’m not a person anymore.  I’m nothing more than three holes now.  If you haven’t figured that out yet sister, then I know you will soon.”

Brandy already knew that much.  The position she was locked into, the total inability to move anything at all, was already driving her insane.  And that didn’t even count the fact that someone could come in at any time and use her in any way they wanted.

“I was locked into one of those things once,” the woman continued.  “I was smart, and it only happened once.  Some of the girls who don’t learn fast enough get put back in a second time.  And when they do, they get left there much longer.  I was only in it for a few days.  When some of them get released, their pretty much insane, but trust me, they’re always so desperate to get out that they never care that they won’t be human again.  But you.  I’m sorry.  From what I can see, there’s no way out for you.  Maybe never.

“Whatever you did…”  She stopped herself and stood up.  “That’s why I’ll never go against what any of them want again, and neither should you…if you ever get the chance.  And I’m not even talking about what they do to you after they take you out of those things, which in its own way is almost worse.  I know now that I’m nothing, and I’ll never be anything.  Just three holes.  Just someone, or something, who was meant to make men happy.  That’s all I am, that’s all I’ll ever be.  Think on it sister.  It just looks like it’s too late for you to think about it.”

She moved to the side.  “Okay, got the bottle?”

“Right here,” the other woman said.

“Okay.  Start squirting it in her mouth.”

The other woman stood right in front of her now.

“Look sister,” Brandy heard the first one say.  “This is the only food you’re going to get till you get out of there.  If you ever get out of there.  You can’t chew anything so the mush in this bottle is the only way you can eat.  I suggest you learn to swallow it and swallow it fast, because we can’t waste much time on it.  Someone might come in and want to use you.  You either learn to swallow as fast as you can and swallow all of it, or you choke on it.  Your choice.  But either way we’ve got to get this whole bottle in you.  Understand?”

“Yyy.,..eees,” Brandy managed to say, trying to say yes, she understood.

“Good.”

The one with the bottle stuck the nozzle from the bottle into her mouth and started squeezing.  Brandy felt her mouth filling with some kind of thick liquid about the consistency of a milkshake.  It just didn’t taste like a milkshake.  It didn’t taste like anything she could name at all.  It was almost totally bland.  Like with everything else, she could do absolutely nothing to stop the mush from being squeezed into her mouth.  She had literally no choice but to swallow it all as fast as she could, or as they had said, choke on it.

The nozzle from the bottle was finally removed and Brandy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay,” the first woman said to the other.  “The next thing we’ve got to do with them is clean them out.  Grab the hose over there and bring it here.”

Brandy got the impression she was about to get wet.

“Okay,” the woman said.  “Now with this one, I guess we can’t do anything with her vagina, so you’ll just have to skip it.  So next we stick that nozzle right up into her ass and just turn the water on.  Go ahead, and I mean inside her ass.  You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.  Stick it in there.”

Brandy heard that and tried to scream no, but it just came out as another of the senseless noises she was capable of making.  She tried to scream “no” again as she felt something hard and cold being pressed up against her asshole, and then it was pushed inside her.

“Now turn the water on.”

Brandy screamed again as her insides suddenly were invaded by a deluge of water.

“Better get used to this sister,” she heard the woman say.  “For you, I’m guessing this is going to happen a lot.”  A moment later she said, “Okay, that’s enough, turn the water off.”

Brandy felt the water no longer rushing into her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling bloated and miserable.

“Now pull the hose out and move out of the way – fast!  She’s going to squirt all over the place.”

Brandy felt the hose suddenly being yanked out of her ass.  She could hear the water that had been up inside her splashing down onto the floor as the pressure in her body let up. She did everything possible to push as much of what was up inside her out.

“Okay, while she’s emptying everything out of her on that side, bring the hose around to her front.”

Brandy’s view of the door was suddenly obscured again as the two women stood in front of her.  Now turn the water on gently and rinse out her mouth.  You’re going to have to spray that all around and try to get everything you can to clean it out.  After eating, and especially after all the guys use her, there could be junk anywhere and everywhere.  And sister, I suggest you get ready to start swallowing pretty fast again.  But think of it this way, this is the only real water you’re probably ever going to get.  Okay, go for it.”

Before Brandy could protest, the nozzle from the hose was stuck in her mouth and turned on.  She started swallowing again as fast as she could while the woman tried to work the water spray all over her mouth.  For as long as she kept at it, Brandy decided she was trying to be thorough.  Too thorough.  Finally, the hose was removed, and Brandy swallowed the last of it and panted a few breaths of air.

“Okay, the first one said.  “Let’s see if she’s done voiding everything from her backend.

Brandy’s view of the door at the other end of the room returned as the two moved behind her.

“Looks like she’s finished,” the woman said.  “I think the stress of having their mouths washed out helps them to force it out too.  Before we hose her down, I recommend washing all that junk that just came out of her down to the drain so you don’t step in it while you finish cleaning her.”

Brandy listened, then watched as the sound of the hose washed the floor around her clean.  The strain on her tits got a little worse.  She realized that the sound of the water may have made her pee…even though she could no longer feel herself doing that.  Or maybe it was from everything they had just fed her and the water they had used to clean her mouth out.  Either way, the pull on her tits had increased and they hurt even more.

“Okay.  Now we just hose her down everywhere you can.”

Brandy’s body was assaulted by the cold spray of the hose at full strength.  Every part of her was sprayed with the water.  But her bigger problem was that as she was being washed, the bucket under her was catching some of that water.  By the time they finally finished, it felt like her tits were about to be pulled off her body.

“Great,” the woman told the other woman.  Now put the hose away and grab the big squeegee and start pushing all the water down to the drain.

Brandy could barely focus on the woman as she worked the big squeegee around the floor, pushing the water down toward a drain in the middle.  The awful weight pulling down on her tits was too much for her to concentrate on anything else.

A few minutes later, she was left alone again with nothing to see but the door on the other side of the room, and the terrible weight now trying to pull her breasts right off her body.

What had that woman said, she was nothing but three holes for the men to use?  Brandy now knew that she was no longer anything but two holes.  Two holes that any man could use in any way they wanted, whenever they wanted.  Two holes was now the total sum of her life.

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Janice entered her work room again.  Susan had told her that the interrogation of the first man had been enlightening, but not terribly exciting.  Her people had gotten some good information that they would sift through, but they now felt that they had gotten as much useful information out of the man as he was going to give them.  Consequently, they had released him back into Janice’s care.  Now it was time for her to do what she liked to do best.  Destroy men.  Destroy him.

The naked man was sitting in the chair and the collar chained to the ceiling was back on his neck, although it was hardly needed anymore.  Even now, no longer in a trance, he was so far under her power that there was little danger to her at all.  But that didn’t mean she would cut corners or take chances.

He watched her as she took a drink of tea.  The expression on his face was totally calm and relaxed.  He couldn’t show any fear.  She had locked all his ability to show it away from him along with his will.  He had no will at all.  None that he could ever act on.  His will had been replaced by her will.  And now he was about to find out what her will for him really was.  But to do it, she would start once again at the very beginning.  Reinforcing everything again and making sure there would never be any escape for him…for the rest of his life.

“Stand up.  Sit down.  Stand up.  Sit down.  Raise your right arm. Stand up.  Raise your left knee.  Lower your left knee…”  On and on.  One command at a time, the commands coming at a furious pace.  “You don’t have time to think.  Your will is my will.  Stand up.  Sit down.  Let me do your thinking for you.  Raise your left arm.  Raise your right arm.  My brain controls your body.  Stand up.  Sit down.”

After thirty minutes of this, she stopped and once again went through the most important part of what she did to her victims.  The impossible wall.  As she had done earlier, she had him visualize his impossible wall, something that she already knew he would have no choice but to see for the rest of his life.  The dull grey or steel wall, however the victim wanted to imagine it.  The wall that had no end.  The wall that was so high nobody could ever get over it.  The wall that absolutely nothing could penetrate.  And if anything ever did put a hole in it, the wall would heal itself immediately.  And worse, every time he stood up.  Every time he sat down.  Every time he laid down.  The wall would grow a tiny bit thicker.  A tiny bit stronger than its already impossible strength.  And his mind would literally see that change, each and every time he stood up, sat down, or laid down.  The impossible wall that nothing, nothing, could ever penetrate.  The impossible wall that only grew more impossibly strong over time.  The impossible wall that she had put in place that held all of his own willpower away from him.  The only will he had anymore, was her will.  What she wanted.  Everything else that was essentially him, was on the other side of that wall where he could never get at it again.  Her will was his will.  The only thing he could ever do, was what she wanted him to do.  And there would never be a way out for him.

She took the time to sip at her iced tea again before going back to him.  Fun time!  For her.

Now,” she said to him.  “Did you watch the videos I asked them to show you?”

“Yes!” the man replied.

Between sessions of his interrogation, he had repeatedly watched several lengthy videos.  And as she had programed him to do, he constantly tried his best to grab every detail of what she wanted him to learn.  Because of her, his fascination with the subject was absolute!

“And you think you learned everything there is to learn?” Janice asked him.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Janice replied with a smile.  “I’m glad you learned so much.  Since you think you know so much now about chickens, as soon as I say the words, ‘Chicken life, Chicken Little,’ you will do everything you can to not just act like, but to actually be a chicken.  For now, you will be able to hear and understand my voice.  If I give you any instructions, you will of course follow them.  Understand?” she asked, even though it wasn’t necessary.

“Yes,” his dull voice replied.

“Good.  Then whenever you hear my voice say the words, “Little chicken, be a man,” you will stop being a chicken and you will be a human man once again.  Understand?”

“Yes,” the man replied dully.

“Good.  Then stand up,” Janice ordered.

The man immediately stood.

“Chicken life, Chicken Little.”

The man immediately bent over a little and began lifting one leg at a time slowly and carefully as he walked in a circle making chicken noises.

“No,” Janice told him.  “Squat down.  All the way down!”

The man’s legs bent at the knees so that he was trying to shuffle around in a complete squat position.

“Much better,” Janis told him.  “From now on, whenever you’re being a chicken, this is the way you will stand up.  And whenever you stand this way, you of course will always see your impenetrable wall growing stronger.  Now your arms,” Janice said.  “Chickens don’t have arms or hands.  They have wings.  Bend your elbows and hook your thumbs under your armpits.”

She watched as the man’s arms bent and his hands locked into position under his armpits.

“Much better,” Janice declared happily.  “From now on, whenever you are a chicken, you won’t have hands or arms.  You won’t even think about having hands or arms.  You will only have wings.  Flap your wings for me,” she ordered.  She laughed at the way he was waving his “wings” up and down.  “Oh, I like that,” Janice said.  “You will do that a lot whenever you are a chicken.  You will like doing that,” she told him.  “Now, since chickens like to catch and eat bugs, let me see you peck for bugs on the floor.  Right now, I want you to see a big bug in front of you.  Get it.  Get it in your beak.”

The man’s mind conjured up the bug.  He fell over on his face as he tried to go after it.  Janice laughed.  “Get back on your legs,” Janice told him.  “Go chase that bug.  Get it!  Don’t let it get away!”  Watching him get back to his feet on squatted legs without the use of his arms had Janice laughing till tears came from her eyes.  Then, even better, the man went after the bug again, finally getting down on his knees where he started pecking his mouth into the floor as he tried to catch the bug.  Janice could do nothing but laugh.

Finally, she decided she’d had enough.  “Little chicken, be a man,” she said.

The poor man looked around dully.  Inside his mind, he was reeling.  He knew everything she made him do.  All of it, yet he had been completely powerless to stop it.  The total horror of it was almost overwhelming.

“Sit in the chair,” Janice ordered.

As he was now conditioned to do, the man moved quickly and sat in the chair.

She started in on him again.  “Stand up.  Sit down.”  Hypnotizing him all over again.  Replanting and reinforcing everything she had told him before.  Her will was his will.  The impossible wall that made it impossible for him to ever do anything but what she wanted.  And then, finally, while he was still so far under her hypnotic control, she began giving him new orders.  From now on, even if you somehow are brought back to being a man again, you will never, ever be able to tell anyone about me or about what I’ve done to you.  Nothing.  Ever!  All that information will be wiped from you mind.”

There was little reason for her to add those commands, but someone, Roger Brinkley in fact, had found a way to briefly get past her conditioning.  But still, she had heard that the minute Roger had sat up again, his impossible wall had healed itself and he went crazy trying to convince the authorities that everything he had told them about her was all a lie.  But that one fatal little bit of time, where he had lain on the floor, refusing to get up until he had told everything, had cost Janice and her daughter dearly.  So now, she had further controls in place to prevent that from ever happening again.

Finally, she gave him the last instructions she was going to give him…unless she saw some need to correct what she wanted or in case someone wanted to question him again.  “I’m going to let you go now,” she told him.  “I’m going to set you free…from the chain and the collar around your neck, but that’s all.  As you know perfectly well by now, you will never be free of my will and whatever I wish you to do.  Never!  The minute I say, ‘Wake up!’ you will come fully awake.  But at that moment, you will automatically drop into your chicken position.  From that point on, the only human words you will ever understand are the code words to turn you into a man again.  From that point on, in all ways, you will be a chicken, and nothing but a chicken.  You have no choice.  You know how chickens behave.  You know what chickens eat – bugs and worms, chicken feed and anything else they can get their beaks into.  You will be a chicken in all ways, all the time.  From now on.”

She opened the door to the room where she was working.  One of the Wu Enterprise employees was waiting outside.  “Unlock him,” she ordered.

The man hurried into the room and removed the collar from the still hypnotized man’s neck.

Janice stood in front of him again.  “Wake up!” she commanded.

The man looked up in horror at her.  “Nooo!” he started to scream…even as his body slid off the chair and went down into a squatting position.  His arms became wings and his entire being suddenly changed.  He was no longer a man.  He was a chicken.  Ten minutes later, he was wandering around one of the fenced in horse paddocks just outside the barn, hunting for bugs or anything else he could eat.  He made soft noises like a chicken.  He flapped his wings occasionally, more for balance than anything else.  And he began his life as…a chicken.

Inside, Janice was taking a long drink of iced tea.  In a few minutes, she would start working again with the second man who the interrogators had now finished with.  Her goal was to have two chickens in the yard by the end of the day.