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Alice
🕑 Added 2021-07-27 23:17:05 +0000 UTCChapter 01
Alice was awoken abruptly with a loud bang.
It was dark, an unusual musky smell filled her nostrils, sounds were muffled as she struggled to clear her foggy head.
"So how much is he paying?" She heard a female voice ask. "As much as it takes" replied another. "She's here until she submits totally to him, so it all depends on her behaviour".
Light blinded Alice as sun flooded in suddenly, realising she was in the back of a padded van, staring up at two very pretty young women standing at the open door.
"She's awake! Should we sedate her again?" Said the red haired beauty with slight panic in her voice.
"No, leave her be, it will be more fun!" Said the slightly older looking women with dark, long purple hair. "It will do her good to say goodbye to her husband before we commit her. She needs to fully understand why she is here and who put her here!"
Alice's mind raced with panic as she saw her husband appear by the open door.
"Hello darling" he said with a sympathetic smile. "Before you freak out, it's ok. I found your computer and I totally understand that I haven't been giving you what you want, so, as a surprise, I have decided to allow you to live out your fantasies for a couple of weeks while I finish that job off."
Alice attempted to sit up, tears of confusion and fear evident in her wide eyes, but it became apparent with her feeble struggles, that she was held down by various padded straps to a medical bed!
"What the fuck is going on Paul? What computer? What 'fantasies?"
"Ah, yes" He paused, lost in thought. "Am I supposed to pretend I am her Daddy?" He asked, turning to the two women.
"You do what ever you feel is right Mr Hallston." The woman with purple hair said calmly. "This is as much for you as it is for her, so you play this how you want"
Paul stood there, staring into his wife's terrified eyes, obviously thinking how best to react.
"She likes being kept gagged, right?" He asked, still staring at his prone wife's predicament. "Where's that gag you showed me last week?"
The girl with red hair pulled what looked like a large baby's pacifier from her pocket and handed it to him.
"Paul, seriously, I have no idea what is going on right now, but you better let me go before I divorce your sorry little arse you......." but Paul silenced her threat, placing the pacifier with lightning speed into her open mouth and with a few quick turns of the mouth guard, engaged the anti removal mechanism.
‘Beautifully executed!’ Exclaimed the purple haired woman, “I told you you’d get it right with practice” she smiled, a sinister dark, wicked smile at Paul.
Alice's first reaction was to spit the damn thing out, but, to her disbelief, she couldn't budge it. With a quick exploration of her tongue, she found the gum shield tight against the inside of
her teeth, and no amount of pushing or jaw clenching would free it from its tight grip!
*The gum shield pacifier was a particularly clever piece of equipment used extensively to silence individuals in a simple quick manner. It requires a mould of the patient’s teeth, normally done when they are sedated at the clinic. With Alice, Paul’s dentist friend had happily handed over her cast when he’d arranged for her to have a ‘routine checkup’.
The resulting cast is set into a highly modified adult pacifier made at the clinic. When inserted into a patients mouth, all that is needed is a few turns of the central ring, releasing the fast acting glue around the soft gum shield, and within seconds it welds itself to the teeth and gums. Being extremely comfortable to wear for extended periods, it isn’t an issue that the glue takes several weeks to slowly break down, in fact, most patients have reported that even after several months, there is little discomfort.
Her muffled cries for help and her struggling against the tight bonds were ignored as the women disengaged the brakes and wheeled her out into the daylight with a back jarring bump. "This way, Mr Hallston. We'll give you both a brief tour before settling Alice in."
Alice could have sworn she glimpsed the older woman wink at Paul and subtly give the ‘ok’ sign with her finger and thumb.
Alice was wheeled up a ramp and through two giant doors, Paul calmly walked along side her, his hand gently holding her shoulder.
What the hell had got into Paul, she wondered. Only this morning, she was nagging his lazy arse for not cleaning up his office. It seemed the more she pushed him to be a stronger, dare she say, ‘dominant’ man, the more she saw him as a weak and pathetic looser. Yet, here he was not only taking control but PAYING someone to kidnap her and make her
‘totally submit to him’ (in the words of the pretty young lady).
Alice liked this, she liked this a LOT! She’d fantasised many many times about being controlled by a character stronger than herself. Being made to do things against her will. Being broken, being trained, being moulded into a more subservient calmer version of herself, but the way it had been done, without her consent, without any forewarning, without discussion or knowledge, and by her pathetic husband stirred anger up inside her like a prodded hornets nest.
Alice had discovered websites full of stories about women being taken and used against their will when she was still a teenager, and felt she’d read everything the internet had to offer. In some scenarios she liked more than others, but if it was about being controlled and manipulated, then that was more than likely enough to get her off.
A few years ago, she’d found a website that offered money for original stories and began writing scenarios to order. These days, she wrote about pretty much anything that was asked of her, from medical fetishes to puppy play, nothing was taboo if the money was there. It had broadened her kink interests to such a degree, that there was very little she didn’t write about or hadn’t researched extensively...or so she thought!
Her wandering mind was brought back to her current situation as she was wheeled indoors with a bump.
"This is the main recreational hall" the woman with purple hair explained calmly. "Aww, poor Alice, you can't see very much laying down like that, here, let me sit you up so you can see all the exciting things."
She moved around to the rear of the bed, and with a few clanks and pulled levers, Alice's back and head were raised into a more upright position.
The room was beautifully painted in pastel shades, with colourful characters on most of the walls, almost like a giant day care for children.
Alice was obviously confused. “What the hell is going on?”, she thought as she took in the view.
There were various barred cots, play pens, changing tables, rocking horses, baby bouncers, high chairs, but something didn't quite seem right. The more Alice stared at the furnishings, the more small details she noticed that seemed out of place.
Could she see straps in the barred cot? Surely not! Her eyes struggled to focus. She was wheeled closer as the two women explained that 'the room was for attendees that had been deemed well enough to interact with others'.
What the hell were they talking about? Alice's brain raced with the sedatives still in her blood stream, struggling to make sense of what she saw.
She was wheeled closer to the arrangement of high chairs, all neatly in a circle, their trays clipped in place, each with a large bottle of what looked like orange juice inside them sitting there waiting for whoever was to occupy them. She noted the plastic padded seats with various cute designs from Disney films on them, but, what was even more odd, was their size....they seemed enormous! Surely way too big for a young toddler?
As they drew alongside, Alice noticed that not only did the chairs all have padded cuffs affixed under the trays, but also padded cuffs on the foot rests, and various D fixing points on the back and head rests!
Confusion changed to realisation: These chairs, and in fact
ALL the furniture, were designed to contain and restrain ADULTS!
What sort of sick place was this?
Why would you have so many baby and toddler style items of furniture made into adult sizes? Was this some sort of weird BDSM club? Sure enough, every piece she scrutinised was clearly made to restrain its occupant and judging by the heavy duty looking cuffs, there was no getting out of them once you were secured!
Panic kicked in proper now. This was not a place she wanted to be, and the fear of being kept here against her will had her pulling with all her strength as she tried to escape her bonds. Yes, she wanted to be controlled and forced to submit, but as the WOMAN that she was! Her fantasies didn’t involve all this fucked up baby shit! Maybe a butt plug, or being spanked or perhaps even gagged for a short while, but being tied into a giant babies high chair, or an oversized baby’s cot, what the fuck?
Alice’s thoughts were clearing. Gone were any sexual thoughts, intrigue or interest. She was now in pure, blind, natural panic. Her mind and body desperately fighting to escape.
"Calm down Alice, or we will have to sedate you again. Is that what you want?" The purple haired beauty asked in a firm voice.
Alice was too panic stricken to heed the warning, and without being given a second chance, the Red haired lady was given a nod, and a needle was inserted into Alice's arm.
"Is she ok?" He asked. "Why sedate her if all of this is just her pretending? Are you sure this is what she wants?" He said with a concerned look as he gazed at his wife's prone state, her eyes wild.
"Mr Hallston, as we’ve explained to you on more than one occasion, your wife has written to us numerous times to discuss the details. You did read the letters she sent us, correct?" The purple haired lady asked, staring down her nose at Paul. Alice was shaking her head violently trying to indicate to Paul that she was here against her will.
"Well, yes, but she still seems pretty freaked out!" Looking down at his wife fighting her bonds, and trying hard to shout something behind her pacifier gag.
"It's all part of the planned fantasy, Mr Hallston.” She said in her abrupt manner, placing a firm hand on Alice’s contorting head. “You couldn’t surely believe she is here against her will, when so many of her letters spelled out in such detail everything she wanted?” She said, glancing down at Alice with a grin that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a Disney evil villain.
“Well, no, I guess….” Paul paused, gazing around the corridor, avoiding eye contact with his terrified wife. “But she doesn’t seem to be acting right now, she seems genuinely scared and surprised” Having to raise his voice over Alice’s screams. “Hahah, your wife may love you very much, Mr Hallston, but, she has kept many dark secrets from you over these years.’ She said, gently rubbing Alice’s forehead with a thumb, while still holding her still with her palm, limiting Alice’s attempt at shaking it to let Paul realise this woman was full of crap! “It’s quite common, but she now wants to share this side of her, and you agreed that you would support her, did you not?” “Yes.” He nodded.
“And both you and her have signed every single page of the contract that very clearly states how your wife wishes to be treated during her stay here, correct?” Paul nodded once again.
“Then how could you possibly think this isn’t all just her acting out her fantasies, Mr Hallston?” She locked Alice with a banshee stare. “You may not understand your wife’s wishes, but you agreed to them, and you must never forget that however much it seems like she’s not enjoying herself, this is EXACTLY what she wants and has signed up for!” She said in a firm, matter of fact tone, that was clearly meant as a closing statement, and no longer up for discussion.
Alice lay there, her mind feeling distant as the sedative flowed through her veins, but the conversation she had just witnessed forced adrenaline to surge, combating the drug’s effects. What the hell did the amethyst haired woman mean by the letters and even worse, a fucking contract?! She had assumed Paul was the sole reason as to why she was in this place, some twisted weird fetish he had, but he genuinely seemed concerned for her right now, and almost as confused as she was, so, if not Paul, then who? Who would fake letters and signatures to commit someone to this crazy ‘adult baby nightmare asylum’? She wished it felt like some bad dream that she’d soon awake from, but it felt way too real to be anything other than reality! She felt sick with fear!
She knew she needed to escape now before the sedative fully took hold! It was quite evident that under the sheets, she was not just fettered by leg and ankle restraints, but also some kind of body harness that held her down like a giant’s hand holding her securely in place.
“They really aren't taking any chances with this” she thought, as the realisation set in that there was no immediate way of escaping her situation!
"We'll take you to Alice's room now, this way" said the purple haired lady, and Alice was wheeled through double doors at the end of the room.
The corridor felt like a child's hospital. Cute characters painted on the walls at every opportunity, trollies overflowing with diapers and various baby changing items.
They approached a room with an open door. She could hear what sounded like an adult woman clearly in a state of panic. "Please, please PLEASE" she heard between desperate sobs. "Pleeeeease change me! I have learnt my lesson I promise!”
Alice was pushed almost to the doorway, just short of her being able to see inside.
"Please wait here," the purple haired woman asked, as she entered the room.
"What is all this fuss about young lady?" Alice heard her say "And how did you manage to get your pacifier out? We could hear your whining halfway down the corridor, now open wide!" "Please, no, Brooke!" The woman pleaded. "I promise I'll be good, I won't make a sound....." but her begging abruptly turned into incoherent gurgles and panicked wet coughs. "You are on a strict fluid diet Jenny, your pacifier will be removed and you will be cleaned and changed once the container is empty, and not before! Your last change was less than 12 hours ago, I'm sure a few more hours won't make any difference" Alice heard plastic rustling and then the conversation continued. "I'll add this extra padding just so you don't have to worry, and also so you can get accustomed to the feeling. I'll be back shortly to check up on you. In the meantime, drink up, there's a good girl."
Then Brooke reappeared at the door, closing it behind her, and with a chirpy matter of fact tone she said “Right then, shall we continue?" As if what had just happened was totally natural and normal for her (which of course, it was).
Alice was pushed past the door, straining against her bonds, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman in the room, but saw little more than a pair of feet and the end of a medical bed.
They continued down the hall, and though the rest of the doors were closed, Alice could clearly hear distressed cries and whimpers behind some of them, counting at least five.
She now knew that the girl ‘Jenny’ wasn’t the only one here and wondered the extent of the building and it’s residents.
"This is your room, Alice. I hope you enjoy your stay here" Brooke said calmly as if introducing Alice to a hotel room. "This is Lana, she will help you settle in". She indicated a stunning looking, tiny brunette woman standing almost to attention in the corner of the large room. "We'll see you later after your nap." She turned to the girl who looked nervously down at the floor. "Lana, remember your training" and with that, she politely said goodbye to Paul and left.
Lana gestured for Paul to follow her outside, and with an anxious look towards his wife, he and the pretty girl left the room, leaving Alice alone.
She explored the room with her eyes. It was a large room, white, with various pieces of furniture all of the same design as she’d seen in the main hall.
“More of this fucking baby shit” she thought with a groan of dread and trepidation.
A large baby style cot with six foot high sides dominated one corner. Inside, a duvet with a pink cover and some cute design she couldn't quite make out, was neatly folded back, exposing a pink uncomfortable looking plastic bed sheet. A teddy bear hung above it from the ceiling, wearing a diaper, and t-shirt that read 'I am just a helpless baby girl'.
A large wooden rocking horse, more than large enough to accommodate a fully grown adult, sat in the middle of the room. Thick padded restraints hung from handles either side of its head, and below its padded saddle.
A padded table sat against a wall, again, with various restraints. Underneath, shelves with what looked like diapers packed tightly in rows in various colours. Alice groaned ...they were definitely adult sized!
There was no escaping the obvious anymore, and almost as if her brain subconsciously registered her predicament, her bladder, without any warning, let go!
Alice was mortified, as she wet her self like a child! The warm feeling spread as she fought to control her bladder. She bucked and pulled making things worse as her body refused to listen to her pleas.
After what seemed like forever, the flood turned to a trickle and then stopped, leaving an out of breath Alice to comprehend what she had just done!
The wet feeling around her bottom and between her legs was evident. It felt warm, and the warm feeling continued to spread around and up, but, she was also aware of a growing pressure, as if she were wearing inflatable panties....and then it struck her....she was wearing a DIAPER!
She wiggled her bottom and felt the padding squish against her private parts. She could hear the distinctive rustle of plastic. She felt disgusted, degraded, she felt like a naughty child, but also, to her amazement and disgust, she felt a horniness begin to grow deep inside.
The more she tried to ignore the feeling, the hornier she became. She thought about what might become of her, and of her predicament, of the various restraints and confining adult baby furniture. The humiliation, the fear, the lack of control, all of this should have had her screaming, but, instead, she was bucking and arching her back, trying to get enough stimulation to her pussy inside her swollen wet adult diaper!
She was close, just on the edge of the most amazing climax, when Lana walked through the door.
"It's ok, baby girl" she said walking to the side of Alice's bed. "The drug you were given not only relaxes your muscles but also makes you sexually excited!" She pulled back the covers exposing Alice's body, and to her shock, revealed she was wearing a pink fleece onesie, with a pink padded baby style body harness over the top, both sporting cute pictures of bunnies in various poses.
"I know this is all a bit confusing right now, but I promise you, you will love your stay here" she said in a soothing voice, her hand drifting down to Alice's open legs. "Let me see if I can help you a little" she said, her hand gently, caressingly, moved up Alice’s inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine. "You are just a baby girl, and can't control your urges." Her hand creeping further up, drawing closer to Alice's throbbing, aching pussy.
She began slowly, sensually, undoing poppers on the crotch, exposing the thick, swollen white diaper that hugged Alice’s pussy.
"I can see you are a big wetter, these normally last for at least three wettings" she said, as her hand massaged Alice through the sodden padding. "Unfortunately, you aren't due for a change for another ten hours, so, my little cutie, all I am allowed to do is put another nappy over the top, would you like that?" She asked in a sweet little voice, her hand now moving vigorously up and down the front of Alice's diaper.
Alice, without pausing, nodded enthusiastically, already too caught up in the amazingly intense feeling she was experiencing between her legs.
"There's a good girl!" Lana purred, and with those words, she abruptly pulled her hand away from Alice's writhing body, and walked over to a large cupboard.
"Because this is your first time here, I have been instructed to keep you moderately restrained at all times." She said, ignoring Alice's whimpering and gurgling pleas through her pacifier gag. "So your little handies will be kept in these," she said holding up what looked like a pair of leather socks, "just to make sure you don't get up to too much mischief!" she said approaching Alice and sliding her hand inside the garment.
Alice was still on the verge of orgasm, her pussy screaming for more stimulation, as she felt the soft, thick, fleece lined white leather fingerless mittens pulled up tightly and buckled around her wrists.
"There's a good girl." Lana cooed, as she clipped the mittens to D-rings on the side of the baby reins. She unclipped the harness from the bed and detached her leg cuffs. "Hop off the bed, baby. I want you to crawl over to the changing table please" she said as she helped Alice sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed.
Alice felt dizzy and shook uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure rushed up and down her body as she moved. "Onto the floor then, sweetie."
Alice was helped to the padded floor, her hands still shackled to her sides, with what was now evidently short chains. They were just long enough for her to place her bound, useless hands on the warm floor, but barely, meaning she felt unstable, a constant feeling she would fall forward, flat on her face.
“This way, little one” Lana purred.
With every compliant movement, she whimpered and groaned, drool dripping from her chin as she slowly, carefully, moved to the changing table. Each leg movement sent intense, pleasurable waves around her body as the sodden wet diaper held her pussy in it's warm moist grip. Alice was more than happy to be guided up onto the high table, the motion of lifting her legs almost made them buckle in ecstasy. She breathed fast and loud through her nose, constantly on the verge of climax.
"I'll be as quick as I can, sweetie, and then you can get back on the floor to crawl, ok?" Alice nodded quickly in reply in her euphoric state.
The babyish pink fleece onesie was carefully removed from around the harness, leaving her breasts exposed. Lana shook out a second diaper, fluffing up the insides to make it as soft and absorbent as possible before slipping it under Alice's already lifted diapered bottom.
Lana opened a drawer, pulled out what looked like a pastry cutter and ran it up and down the crotch area of Alice's wet diaper several times, before pulling the clean thick diaper around and taping it tightly over the top.
"This is so that all your wee-wee can escape into the second nappy." Lana explained, spinning the little wheel of long sharp spikes.
"Ok, all done. Shall we get you back down on the floor where you belong?" She asked, patting Alice's extra thick padded bottom, causing her to whimper in excitement.
Alice was in a dreamlike state, her mind so fixated by the intense sexual urge to cum. Any movement, however slight, made her shudder and shiver, the added padding seeming to intensify the feeling. The restraints, the baby talk, the thick, warm padding between her legs, added layer upon layer of bliss. She had never felt so sexually out of control in her entire life. A primeval, raw, uncontrollable intense need to climax.
She was helped onto the floor, her immediate urge was to lay flat and 'hump' the ground, but as soon as her diapered pussy touched the smooth soft warm floor, bringing immense urges to cum, Lana smacked her thigh with a thunderous CRACK!
"No, young lady, no humping” she said . "You are to crawl like a baby, not grind the floor like a rampant dog!" Alice raised herself up, and set about slowly moving around the room, each leg movement teasing her pussy inside its warm moist confines.
After ten minutes of groaning, whimpering and moaning Alice began to think she would never cum. Perpetually on the edge of a shuddering orgasm, each lift of the leg making her almost cry in a build up of sexual frustration. It began to feel more like torture than pleasure, and with an urge to pee again becoming more prominent, she decided to pause and let her bladder release.
As she stopped, in the middle of the floor, willing her bladder to empty, she felt the sexual tension release. Warm pee began to flow, soaked up by the padding, bringing the most intense pleasure so far. An almost burning sensation in her pussy developed as she felt her pee travel up her backside and pool between her legs. An orgasm rising, the imminent sexual release so so close, she dropped to the floor, pushing her sodden pussy hard into the padded ground, struggling to catch her breath. "Oh god oh god" she thought "I'm going to
cu....."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" The purple haired beauty Brooke shouted, interrupting Alice's concentration.
"Newcomers are NOT allowed sexual gratification as you well know Lana...or have you already forgotten your first week here?” she said, gripping Alice by her harness and hauling her onto her hands and knees.
“You dirty little girl!” said Brooke through gritted teeth. “How dare you think that all this is for your pleasure, you selfish ungrateful little brat! You need to earn EVERYTHING from this day forward young lady! You won’t be comfortable, you won’t be content, you won’t be clean unless WE deem you deserve to be so! You will learn what it is to be controlled! From this day forward, your life is ours! Every waking moment! The only control you have now is how uncomfortable your stay will be!”
Alice was furious. She had been working up to the most intense orgasm of her life, and this woman prevented it! She struggled against the woman’s grip, the harness digging in under her arms as she tried to free herself. She could feel the desperate sexual urge slipping away as she writhed and twisted against the harness and Brooke’s incredible strength. “If you don’t stop, Alice, you will find orgasm denial the very least of your worries!” She warned.
“One” she said slowly and calmly, as Alice renewed her efforts.
“Two” Alice continued her contortions.
“THREE” Brooke barked, forcibly dragging Alice across the floor and over to the giant barred cot.
Lana and Brooke overpowered Alice easily as they pulled her into the awaiting ‘cage’. Her right hand was unclipped from her harness, and attached to the side of the bars with a ‘clunk’. The same was done with her left mittened hand, just placed against the bars, and with a solid ‘clunk’, she was somehow attached. Then her harness, with the audible noise her back was fixed to the padded plastic mattress.
Padded soft leather white socks were slipped over her kicking feet, buckled tight, and ‘clunk, clunk’ her feet were spread wide, held in each corner.
Alice bucked and pulled and screamed through her gag, but she could tell she wasn’t getting out of this situation easily! “Electromagnets dear” Brooke purred, slightly out of breath from the exertion. “Your harness, padded mittens and booties are impregnated with state of the art magnets, that we can turn on and off at will. There are plenty more garments that can be fitted, but for now, I think the best action would be to leave you just enough movement to send you mad with frustration.” Her hand went between Alice’s legs, gently stroking her pussy through the thick wad of diapers. “You will learn to behave in time young lady. You will learn to obey, and you will learn the consequences of disobedience. Orgasms are rewarded for compliance, orgasm denial and edging are routinely used as a training tool. You may ‘try’ to cum as you lay there, I won’t stop that, it’s all part of the obedience program, but understand this young lady, your life here is not going to be made easy, but it can definitely be made harder!”
A clear plastic tube was somehow fixed to the front of her pacifier gag. She couldn’t see the 2 litre clear bag with its thick, yellow contents that were connected at the other end. It took a long time for it to slowly flow, and as Alice struggled and pulled and jerked and screamed, she couldn’t help but notice its slow assent towards her awaiting pacifier teat.
The two women stood, out of Alice's sight, stifling their sadistic chuckles, knowing all too well what was in the mixture.
Alice was left alone.
Alone for a long time.
She had time to think.
Too much time to think!
Chapter 02
There was no way to gauge the passage of time. No windows, no clocks.
There Alice lay, in an oversized padded babies cot. Mascara streaks down her face, asleep. A look of peace on her face as she gently sucked on the pacifier held tight to her lips, the I.V bag emptied of its sickly contents. Her legs spread wide, a thick diaper showing signs of strain taped tightly around her hips.
The harness around her body, holding her safe in its embrace. The padded leather mittens, restricting any use of her fingers, buckled tightly around her wrists and held fast to the corners of the cot with the aid of the electromagnets in the bars. The same soft, padded white leather encasing her feet also held to the corners of the cot by the impregnated magnets.
It had been a long night for poor Alice.
She was gently woken by Lana’s soft hand brushing her hair from her face.
“Good morning little one” Lana said, with a kind warm smile. “How did you sleep?”
Alice still felt half asleep, she felt well rested and strangely calm considering her circumstances. She looked up into Lana’s beautiful big blue eyes, and although she knew she should still be angry and indeed frightened, her long night had given her plenty of time to think and strategize. She knew fighting this would get her nowhere where she’d want to be, so, she decided to try and stay as calm as possible to give herself time to work out exactly why she was here, how long she would be here, and what exactly this place was.
She attempted a smile around the mouth guard of the pacifier as Lana’s hand reached between her legs.
“Oh my, look at you settling in” she said with a smile, disconnecting the feeding tube and wiping her face clean with a large wipe. “I’m so happy to see you have calmed down after your rest, Alice. If you can promise to be a really good girl, I have permission to let you sit up and have breakfast, would you like that?”
Alice nodded gently, and slowly. The last thing she wanted was to spend the day laying flat and immobile, tied in the cot. Lana pulled out a phone, and with a few taps and swipes, one by one, her limbs and finally her body was magically released from their magnetic hold.
“Do you need help getting up?” Lana asked gently.
Alice nodded, and with the pretty young woman helping, she was soon sitting on the edge of the cot, her legs dangling over the plastic covered mattress.
“What a good girl, I’m so impressed,” she said, touching Alice gently on her cheek. “I promise you, your stay will be so much better if you continue like this. However hard you fight, there will always be someone that can fight harder back, believe me, I’ve been down that road. If you can try your very hardest to be a good girl, then, who knows, you might even enjoy your stay” she purred, staring into Alice's eyes, her hand gently touching her sodden thick diapers.
Oh my gosh, the diapers! Alice had almost forgotten about them!
Instantly, she felt panic starting to rise. The restraints she kind of enjoyed, were comfortable and secure, and in a strange way, they actually comforted her, but the diapers were different. Of all the treatment she’d experienced so far, it was the diapers that played the biggest role in making her feel helpless and degraded. She’d laid in her own cold urine all night, constantly reminding her of her predicament.
They were obviously by now, extremely wet from a night's worth of peeing in them, and they had swollen considerably. She could feel the moist padding against her buttocks, and as Lana’s hand slowly moved up and down, the embarrassing crinkle of plastic and its wet contents became more and more a focus for her. An embarrassing reminder that her situation was way beyond anything she had ever imagined or read about.
There were parts that definitely excited her and intrigued her perverted mind. The loss of control, the domination, the restraints, the imprisonment even the fear were all part of her fantasies, but, everything was tainted by the fact she was being treated as a baby. Being tied down in a cage for the night was a massive turn on, but when the cage was a padded pastel coloured babies cot, with cute animal stickers, it lost its ‘dirty, seedy’ appeal. Being made to pee in a corner of a room as a dominated slave, OMG, amazing, but being made to wear diapers, was definitely not what she wanted. Black, leather restraints, hell yes! Comfortable, cute padded mittens, and a securely fitted body baby harness, not so much. Being dominated by sexy young women, oh my gosh, about the biggest fantasy of them all, but being dominated into acting and looking like a one year old just wasn’t what she had ever desired or dreamed of.
That bitter sweet turmoil was a constant in her mind. Torn between disgust and desire.
Alice’s wandering mind was brought back to reality as Lana fitted another feeding tube to her pacifier.
Alice whimpered pleadingly, trying her best to stay submissive and calm - she really didn’t want to be force fed anymore of that vile mixture she’d been forced to endure all night. “It’s ok Little one” she said, speaking in her soothing tones.
“This is just plain milk, no hidden goodies, nanny promises.” Alice saw the white liquid flow quickly down the tube and into her mouth, and as promised, it did just taste of milk. She was so thankful she greedily sucked, swishing the liquid around the insides of the gum shield and the teat in an attempt to remove the lasting bitter salty taste from her night's ordeal. “Slow down baby, or you’ll give yourself a stomach ache” she said, sitting next to her on the edge of the cot side.
Lana gently rubbed her back, listening to Alice's slow rhythmic heavy breathing through her nose, and the cute sucking noises until she’d finished the hole I.V bag.
“Oh my what a good girl you are, I’m so proud of you” she said with a genuine smile as she disconnected the empty tube. “I’m surprised how quickly you are adapting to this, I can tell you are a very smart young lady.”
Lana got off the bed, and crouched down, between Alice’s open legs. She looked over to the door, then directly into Alice's eyes, her expression turning serious.
“I know how hard this is for you” she whispered. “I’ve been in your situation, but unlike you, I wasn’t smart enough to play along. If you can continue like this, then, to be honest, things aren’t that bad ok honey” she said, gently gripping Alice's thighs, intently staring, waiting for a reply.
Alice nodded.
“Compliance is the goal at the institute. Some take months to be broken in, please don’t make the same mistakes I made
Alice.”
Lana paused, obviously weighing up what she was about to say, glancing nervously at the door. “I think I’ve worked out a way to get out of his place.” She said in a barely audible whisper, “but it’s going to take two people to get past security.
Will you help me, Alice?”
Obviously, Alice nodded, but slowly, unsure what exactly she was agreeing to. Of course, she wanted to get out, but, if they were caught, she felt her life almost certainly, would be in a worse predicament than it was already if that was at all possible.
Brooke sat at her desk, leaning forward, intently listening to the hushed conversation through the computer speakers with a smile on her face.
“Oh dear Lana .” She said to herself. “Have you learnt nothing in the past six months?”
She picked up her phone, scrolled through a few pages before stopping on Lana’s medical page.
She had been one of Brooke’s favourite patients to date, fighting every step, refusing to break, refusing to submit, refusing to behave. Brooke smiled, recollecting the first day her will start its long descent into submission: The room's extraction fans struggling to keep the smell of her swollen soiled diapers to a bearable level. Her pleading whimpers, her desperate eyes, her tear soaked face, it was sheer bliss.
It had taken two weeks of constant cot restraints, forced feeding, messy diapers and unbearable diaper rash to finally get her to this point. She had been particularly resistant to the sexual stimulants pumped through her blood stream, but finally, she was loosing her resolve.
She was gently thrusting her swollen gusset in the air as Brooke approached her cot. Her experience told her, that she was not only begging to be untethered, and changed, she was begging for physical stimulation between her legs. Two weeks of constantly wet, sweaty, messy diapers, cot restriction therapy, erotic stories played to her 24 hours a day, and lots of time to reflect had finally started to take effect.
However much Lana didn’t want this, she could feel herself loosing control, as she inwardly screamed at the overwhelming urge to cum in her soiled disposable diaper.
Chapter 03: Lana and Brooke
A year ago, Lana lived a totally different life. Married to a wealthy businessman, she had everything she ever wanted...well ‘almost’ everything. A giant house in the richest part of town, expensive clothing, fast cars, a lifestyle most young women dreamed of. The one thing that was lacking in her life was love. Her husband showered her in riches, yet, failed to understand that money wasn’t enough for Lana. She wanted to be held, and loved, and cherished. She wanted to be adored, and inevitably, Lana began searching for it elsewhere.
Lana met Brooke at a nightclub. She felt an instant connection. Brooke’s powerful and strong personality drew her in instantly.
They soon began dating, a whirlwind romance, all behind Lana’s husband's back, or so Lana thought.
This was Brooke’s game. She’d spent her whole life conning wealthy men. The story changed from ‘client to client’. Some she would simply blackmail, kidnapping their wife and subjecting them to all manner of unwanted treatments until the payment was made. Some she would set up elaborate stories, with fake emails, photos, and even faked handwritten letters to make it seem to the husband it was what their wife wanted or perhaps needed. Women actually came to her because they wanted to be baby slaves, and she helped them raise the funds by all manner of devious means.
Brooke loved her ‘Job’. She was incredibly good at it, she was incredibly wealthy because of it, and best of all, she was turned on by every aspect of it.
Lana was introduced to the loving, caring side of Brooke very early on in their relationship. It soon progressed to her being treated, somewhat like a little girl. Brooke bought her cute stuffies and short frilly dresses. After a short time, she was happily wearing frilly pants and bibs. Eventually being introduced to more babyish items like pacifiers and sleeping in an adult sized cot. It made Lana feel safe, it made her feel loved, it made her feel like she didn’t have to worry about everyday adult life.
After a few months, Brooke asked her if she would like to see where her ‘Mummy’ worked, and perhaps spend the day with her there. Lana didn’t know much about her job, other than she worked at a ‘care home’, but was at the stage where she was so in love, so in awe of Brooke, that she would spend every chance she got with her.
The very next day, Lana was being shown around the clinic. She had many questions but was silenced with a sippy cup as she was led into a small room containing an adult sized baby's cot, with high sides and a lockable lid.
“Time for a nap little one” Brooke stated, holding the gate like door open to the padded cage, indicating Lana should enter.
She obediently crawled inside, trusting her Mummy implicitly. Brooke closed the door and sat there singing her favorite lullaby, as Lana slowly fell asleep.
“Wake up Lana!” She heard a voice say sternly.
It was Brooke. She was standing beside her, arms crossed, looking impatiently down at her.
Lana looked around the unfamiliar room, the pink soft padded floor warm against her skin. She motioned to sit up and found her arms were strapped around her body in some sort of canvas tubing, making it difficult to move from her prone position. Brooke stood over her, and with little effort, pulled her up into a sitting position, leaning her against the soft wall. “You can come in now.” Brooke said calmly, and the door on the far wall opened.
Lana shrieked with fear, trying to push herself away, struggling to get purchase with her feet, as her husband walked in and closed the door.
“ I don’t believe it!” He said looking her up and down, making no effort to hide his disgust. “After everything I’ve done for you, all the sacrifices I’ve made. You fucked up perverted little bitch!” He shouted, spit flying from his angry lips. “I can’t fathom what went wrong in your life to want to be treated like this Lana! As far as I’m concerned, you can rot in here! You’re never going to see the light of day again! You will spend the remainder of your life pissing and shitting your diapers like the baby you think you’ve become, never growing up, never allowed to be anything other than what you are now! The paperwork is all signed, I give Brooke full custody, and she
can do whatever the hell she wants with you!” Lana tried to contest, tried to explain it was all a misunderstanding, but her gagged mouth prevented any words from being formed. She tried to break free from what was now evidently a medical restraint jacket, the straps between her legs enveloping what was quite obviously, a very thick and full diaper.
Spit ran down her chin, tears ran down her face, her catheter, unbeknownst to her, dribbled pee into her diaper, and poop oozed out of the giant hollow plug in her butt. Her new life was just beginning!
Just one day before, Brooke had emailed him hours upon hours of cleverly edited videos, all implicating Lana in a massive conspiracy to have him murdered, allowing her to take over his business. State of the art facial replication AI programs and an extremely expensive voice actor made the videos utterly convincing. The fact that all the fake videos were of her messing herself, or bouncing in a baby bouncer in full diapers, or having her soaked diapers changed WHILE she was making such statements, added the repulsion that Brooke needed to get him to agree to her commitment rather than just having her ‘taken out’. She planted the seed that she was mentally deranged, and Mathews's brain filled in the rest. He wanted to see her suffer, he wanted to make her pay for her betrayal. He wanted to squeeze every last piece of independence out of her and show her how powerful he was.
Mathews was going to pay for Brooke to break her until she was such a frail mess, that she would never be able to hurt anyone ever again.
Brooke laughed out loud as she recounted the next two weeks of Lana’s restrained cot time, her hand wanting to drift between her legs, but resisting the urge to masturbate in work time.
Her finger poised hesitantly over the phone screen. She analyzed her intended actions. Did Lana truly deserve this? Would it break her?
If she pushed too hard, Lana could lose her usefulness, yet, recounting various other offenses she’d committed in the past few days if she didn’t act soon, six months' worth of training could be undone in a matter of days.
Brooke began typing with furious thumb movements on her phone.
‘Inmate Lana Mckenzie to be demoted back to infant statues with immediate effect.
-Plugged, gagged, and placed on a drip feed (mobile) until further notice.’
She pressed the send button, and sat back in her chair, happy she had made the right decision.
Comments
Guilend
I really like this one.
