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Nikki struggled to regain consciousness. She had managed to twist her
arm away, so that most of whatever drug had been in the needle, had gone
into the sleeve of her jacket, but the needle had still broken skin, and
enough of the drug had entered her bloodstream to make her dizzy and
confused. There was a distinct blackness around the edge of her vision and
she flirted with unconsciousness, but somehow she stayed awake.
Unwillingly, the room wavered back into focus.

Or did it? Nikki could only blink her eyes in disbelief at the sight
which greeted her. Dr. Astor, naked under a white lab coat which was
bunched up around her waist, was straddling the bound girl, brutally
grinding her crotch into the girl's face. Every time she bore down, the
bands pulling the girl's breasts upwards strained another few inches.
Already, the poor girl's nipples were being pulled out from a good two
inches from the breast.

Nikki lay there for a few more moments, gathering her strength. As she
focused on what was happening, and what she was going to have to do, she
found it easier to fight off the effects of the drugs. She grew steadier
and became aware of a shouting in the examination room. It sounding like a
girl screaming something about... what, her mother?

It must be the Forbes!

Nikki gathered her strength and pulled herself to her feet. In her
weakened state, she was unable to be as stealthy as she would have liked,
but it didn't matter. The doctor was fully occupied with her pleasures.
She was playing with her own breasts, as she rode the poor girl's face, and
her head was thrown back, eyes open...

She never knew what hit her.

Slowly, impossibly, Michelle felt the pain ease off. Despite being
certain that this was just another trick of the doctors's, she was unable
to resist fanning the tiny spark of hope that flickered in her heart.
Please... It was true. Line by line, cuff by cuff, hook by hook, she was
slowly released from her bondage. When she was finally free, FINALLY
FREE!!, she was unable to do anything except hug her rescuer and cry. The
nightmare was over.

At least for her.

Nikki, who had left to check on the examination room, returned, pale and
shaking. Michelle didn't have to ask, she'd seen the results of the
doctor's work before. She could well imagine the state Lisa and Anna
Forbes were in.

Wordlessly, the two women stared at each other with bleak expressions
and then looked down at the floor where Dr. Astor lay unconscious. How
could a human being...

The phone rang.

Nikki walked over and picked it up. The person on the other end, a man,
spoke with a Mexican accent. When she realized what the man was saying,
she almost hung up the phone, but, as she looked over the tortured form of
Michelle Myers, and listened to the screams of young Anna Forbes as her
brainwashed mother sexually abused her, an idea occurred to her. It wasn't
legal, it wasn't ethical, and it sure as hell wasn't professional. But it
was a good idea.

A slow smile spread across her face as she began talking...

EPILOGUE

The bartender gazed sadly at the long row of glasses that needed wiping.
Sighing to himself, he picked up a grimy towel and set to work.

Really, though, he didn't know why he bothered.

People, customers... gringos... whatever, they didn't come to the
El-Maceia for the cleanliness or the decor. The only thing that saved the
club from looking like a complete pest hole was the fact that the lighting
was usually kept low enough to shroud the general shabbiness of the place
in a forgiving darkness. Likewise, they didn't come for the booze. Sure,
they served all kinds of alcohol at the El-Maceia, but so did lot's of
other places. And, if you didn't mind cheap Mexican beer, most other
places were cheaper too. No, they came for one reason and one reason only,
sex. Not only did the El-Maceia boast an infamous whorehouse, with,
incidentally, a large number of white skinned Americano girls from up
north, but it also ran the raunchiest live sex show in all of Mexico.

Or so said the rep.

On the well-lit stage, the club's newest act, a dog and donkey show
entered it's first performance of the evening. This act represented his
latest shipment from the US. It hadn't been what he was expecting, but he
had learned to make due with the tools at hand. Even if those tools
happened to be an old business partner. Besides, he had always thought
(privately) that the good doctor would make an admirable addition to his
stable, with her thick brown hair and bright green eyes.

Well... not so bright anymore.

The current part of the "act" featured the woman, tall, beautiful and
white, entertaining a dog from the club's kennel. The canine was a large
German shepherd, nothing like the donkey featured in the last show of the
evening, but still decent enough entertainment to start the evening. Dr
Astor, or, Jackie as she was now known, was presently on all fours, using
one of her hands to feed the dog's large cock into her pussy. It had taken
a little while to get her to do that, actively participate, but it had been
worth the effort. It was somehow much more humiliating when the
"performers" assisted in their own degradation.

Still no co-operation with the donkey, but that would come in time. Or
not, it didn't really matter all that much. Jackie's 'keeper' figured that
she had a good six months in her before she would have to be 'retired' to a
mining camp, somewhere in the interior.

Six months of packed houses and satisfied customers.

The bartender, who also owned the club, smiled at the thought. Sure,
there might be some difficulty in finding a new American "talent agent",
but something would come up. There were always people willing to supply
where there was a demand.

On stage, the act reached its climax as the dog began to come inside the
woman, as she fucked back against him. As she had been trained to do,
Jackie cried out in simulated ecstasy. The audience loved that. They went
wild, erupting into a cacophony of applause and catcalls, and the stage was
showered with money. Still on her knees, the woman panted and gasped for
air as a thick wad of dog cum slid down the inside of her thigh.

Another good night at the El-Maceia.

The bartender smiled again. And there were still two shows to go...

THE END

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