Archive-name: Bondage/diapresh.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Diaper Research "What sort of product research?" David asked as he let his eyes follow the woman's shapely legs across the office. He had to admit that she fascinated him. Prim and pretty, she had a haughty, cultured atmosphere about her and she took no guff from anyone. Her leather skirt fit her like a second skin. He had long since noticed the black seamed hosiery that seemed to connect the shiny leather and her high black patent pumps. Another part of his attention was focused on her shapely rear, looking for some little sign that she wore stockings rather than pantyhose. He wasn't really listening to her monologue about the firm's product line or the nature of the `research' that he was being hired for. "Don't worry about it. You'll come with me to my summer place to assist me in laying out the new catalogue. It should take three weeks so make sure that you will have no commitments during that time. My sister's daughter will be joining us." "Are we going to work solid for three weeks?" David asked, wondering why she was so concerned about it. Her tone hardened. "You'll soon learn not to question me like that. There will be little, if any contact with the outside world. We must ensure that our competition learns nothing of our new product line." Bashfully, David realized that he had been caught staring at her breasts, "And what would that be?" "An appropriate range of accessories to our very successful line of incontinent and nursing home supplies. That's all you need to know about it for now." She resumed her seat in front of him and David was almost sure she meant for him to catch a glimpse of stocking tops as she crossed her legs. Now a gentler smile replaced her scowl, "You won't need many clothes. The cottage is very well equipped and we'll see to your every need." The interview was over. He suddenly realized that she hadn't even asked him if he wanted the job. She had read his fascination like a book and correctly assumed that he could not bear to turn down the opportunity to be with her. David had to look up what `incontinent' meant but the dictionary's trite account didn't bother him much. He was more concerned with his deep attraction to his new employer and the power that seemed to emanate from her. The brief glimpse of her stockings haunted him and he couldn't put the memory of her out of his mind. By the time he reached the gate of the estate that she had so modestly called `a cottage' he was infatuated with her and blind to the many clues that foretold his fate. In another frame of mind he might have noticed the barred windows on the upper story, the locked gates and the high stone walls, fringed with barbed wire. He might have questioned these elaborate and inappropriate measures but instead he announced himself to the intercom box and slowly drove up the drive. He drank in the vision she presented as she greeted him. Her long chestnut hair framed a heart shaped face whose major accent was the deep red gloss of her lips. The makeup around her eyes made them dark and mysterious. She wore a simple black dress that had a slit up the side of the skirt. Perched on her four inch heels she was just a little taller than him. From the look in her eyes she seemed to more than glad he had arrived. David could not have guessed that he was drifting into a carefully laid trap. Mindful of the spell she was casting, Samantha artfully led him to her study, giving him more than enough opportunity to study her legs and the sheer, seamed black stockings she had chosen carefully only minutes before he had arrived. She was excited by him. She had decided he would be fun to train; she couldn't wait to see his face when he finally realised what he had gotten himself into. For certainly, he would not be getting out of it until she had finished with him. "There are a few things you should be told before we commence our experiments", she said while pacing the floor in front of him. Her pumps tapped out a cadence to her words. She noticed that David had grimaced at the word `experiments'. "Jennifer will be taking care of you. Call on her for anything you need. She has my full confidence and you may take her instructions as if I had given them." There was the sound of a door opening and he turned around to see a very tall, pretty blonde girl in a starched white nurse's uniform. "There you are, dear. This is David, your new charge. I suggest you prepare him and then introduce him to Susan before dinner." She waited for a brief nod of acknowledgment before continuing, "And how is my dear niece doing?". "She is quieter now, Madam. She was not pleased to return but she is adjusting well to her surroundings." "Make her first night a memorable one, won't you? Perhaps it would be a good time for her and David to share some pillow talk." Samantha looked at him and smiled slowly, enjoying the confusion register on her victim's face. David suddenly felt very scared. He decided he didn't like the sound of things at all. Almost instinctively he bolted for the door, expecting to brush past the slim nurse and make it to his car before they had time to react. Instead the nurse almost casually reached out and flipped him onto his back, the force of the fall winding him. While he lay there weak and gasping she turned him over and expertly applied a pair of handcuffs, securing his wrists behind his back. As his senses returned he looked up to see the two women standing over him. Both wore expressions of belittling pity. He trembled in fear and suddenly he needed to pee very badly. "David, it is far too late for second thoughts. Jennifer will prepare you for the research you are about to participate in. I suggest you do what she tells you. She's more than capable of subduing you with force and she has a nasty sadistic streak that will bring you many tears if you make her angry. Go with her now and cooperate. Life will be much easier if you do." "What are you going to do to me?" David asked in a panic as the nurse hauled him to his feet. Samantha had her back turned to him as she contemplated the view of the garden from her window, "Oh, I think your first sight of Susan will educate you far more thoroughly than anything I could say. Don't worry, you'll be spending the night with her and I'm sure she'll share her extensive experience with you." She nodded to the nurse and David was roughly guided out of the room. Stunned, David climbed the stairs with an ever deepening sense of dread. Something was wrong; horribly wrong. They went past the second floor to the third. A steel door, wide and institutional looking barred the way until Jennifer produced a key attached to her pocket by a chain. She ensured the door was locked again once they had passed through. "Uh, I need to go to the bathroom," David mumbled as he watched Jennifer replace her key. She looked up at him, smiled and motioned with her hand for him to move into the room. Expecting relief, what he saw instead sent a new chill running through him. It was a totally different world from the polished wood and antique furniture of the mansion below them. He was standing in a hospital ward of sorts. Two beds, whose chrome cages made them seem more like oversize baby's cribs, were against one wall. The rest of the room was taken up with various pieces of medical equipment, an obstetrical table here, an examination table over there. He could not untangle the maze of chrome and equipment; finally his eyes came to rest on the gentle movements that came from one of the cribs. Only then did he hear the soft, whispering moans and whimpers. Jennifer led him towards it until he recoiled from what he saw. The bars that formed the sides of the crib were thick and heavy but they did nothing to block his curiosity. For inside was bound a very pretty young girl, her arms crossed over her chest by the canvass strait jacket she wore. Straps ran from her elbows to the sides of the mattress. A large pacifier type of plug had been inserted in her mouth and was held in place by a wide leather strap that ran across her cheeks. Her legs were held wide apart by ankle cuffs secured to a band of strapping that ran across the foot of the bed. More strapping ran from the base of the jacket down between her legs, pressing and parting but not concealing the translucent plastic panties and the thick diaper that lay beneath. She stared back at him over the circular flange of the gag in her mouth and for a long moment their eyes met. Then a spasm seemed to take her and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling, squealing and grunting while her body shook. When she finally looked at him again there were tears in her eyes. David was beginning to guess what was about to happen to him. Jennifer's voice broke the spell. "Are you empty yet, Susan?" she taunted, "Do you need another enema? Maybe we should make you retain it a little while longer this time!" Her voice was calm but the provocative words were met with a flurry of muffled protests from the bound and helpless form. David's nose caught the unmistakable scent of a dirty diaper and he almost gagged. He was trembling as Jennifer pushed him forward toward the doorway at the end of the room. The sight of the `bathroom' made him forget briefly his introduction to the unfortunate Susan. Central to its many features was a piece of metal pipe, suspended from the ceiling by a thick chain, to which had been affixed at either end of its three foot length a pair of leather cuffs, dangling open and ready. The dampness in the air and the little pools of water on the floor suggested that it had not been too long since Susan had visited this place to hang in these very cuffs. "Please," he pleaded as he was pushed into position, "I really do need to pee. Can't I go to the toilet before you do whatever you're going to do?" To his dismay, Jennifer just smiled and shook her head. The nurse was experienced enough to take no chances. She went to a switch on the wall and lowered the trapeze so that the waiting cuffs were at the level of David's bound hands. Then she attached one of the leather cuffs before unlocking the handcuffs. David was too confused to contemplate anything heroic and let her fasten his other wrist without protest. Terror and his increasing need to relieve himself now dominated his thoughts. Jennifer returned to the switch and David felt his arms being pulled up over his head until he was resting on the balls of his feet; a position he did not find comfortable and said so to Jennifer. "Be quiet or I'll give you something to really complain about." she said sharply. She brought over a cart on which was laid out an assortment of surgical instruments. His eyes grew wide at the polished, menacing steel. She selected a scalpel and held it up before his eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the fear it caused, then she took hold of the sleeve of his shirt and began to run the blade up it, parting the fabric like paper. David opened his mouth to protest but thought the better of it after the shiny steel was flashed inches from his face. He was shivering in fear as the blade's dull side caressed his skin while it toured his body. His clothes fell in shreds at his feet and with them his pride and much of his will to resist. Finally nude he felt cold and terrified. Jennifer went to a sink and began to fill a bowl with soapy water. The sound of running water was more than his tortured bladder could take and he moaned loudly as a strong stream spurted out from his stem and splashed on the tiles. Jennifer turned sharply and watched him for a moment. "Looks like you'll be good at testing diapers" "Diapers?!" His head snapped up at the word. After seeing the poor creature in the other room he should've admitted to himself that he would soon join her but his mind had blanked out that possibility. There was no way of evading it now. "Of course. What do you think we research here?" she said as she brought the bowel of water over to the cart beside him. Oh how he wanted to ask her all the questions that swirled about in his mind. But deep inside he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answers. As Jennifer began to wash his defenceless body he realized how helpless he was. If they wanted to diaper him, there would be little he could do to prevent it. She left no crevice, no private place untouched and did not dry him, leaving him to shiver in the cool air. He began to shiver more from fear than cold after he saw the straight-edged razor in her hand. He had to close his eyes while the sharp blade and her lathered hand made alternating sweeps across his flesh. She worked downward from his neck and each time she used the sponge to wash away the residual lather and the few hairs that escaped the razor he felt more and more naked. By the time she got to his groin he was crying for her to stop but she ignored him. When she told him to part his legs some more or have them secured that way he cooperated, sensing the futility of resistance. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain still while the cold steel scraped around his penis and scrotum. Jennifer was shaving away more than body hair; his very personality seemed to rinse away with it to gather in the circular drain beneath him where it collected and congealed. By the time she had finished he hung limp in his bonds, bruised by her smile of satisfaction. She released him, granting relief to the cramps in his shoulders. He numbly padded after her into the larger room. She made him wait while she prepared the obstetrical table for him. A muffled cry from the occupied crib made him turn in time to see the pitiful Susan buck against her bonds in yet another convulsion. When he looked up to see the pile of cloth diapers that Jennifer was preparing something inside him broke past his self-pity and humiliation. Fed by the adrenalin of fear he pounced on the unsuspecting nurse and succeeded in getting one arm around her neck while the other groped frantically for the key to freedom. He had expected her to fight back and was surprised when she went limp, waiting for his attention to waver. He had to shift his weight to reach the clasp of the key chain. It was the opportunity Jennifer had been waiting for. By reaching for the key he had put himself off balance and given her a leverage point. Before he had realized what was happening she had spun out of his grasp while locking both hands on his right wrist. She twisted his arm up and around until he found himself on the way down; the alternative was a dislocated shoulder. No sooner was he on his knees than one of her hands found his scrotum and gave it a twisting squeeze. David screamed for her to stop. "So we understand each other?" she grunted, "Try something like that again and I'll make you regret it. As it stands, you've just earned yourself a couple of Ducolax. Now you're going to lie down on the table, very nicely." She waited until he nodded his surrender and then guided him to his feet without relaxing either of her grips. The hand at his arm moved swiftly to his throat, threatening to choke him if he resisted. He had no choice but to climb onto the table, ever mindful of the waves of pain that either of her hands could inflict at a moment's notice. He felt the piled cloth under his buttocks as his feet found the stirrups, forcing his legs wide, keeping him vulnerable. The hand disappeared from his throat but only to draw a wide band of canvass across his torso. She was able to lock it with only one hand and a second strap was then fastened across his belly. His arms were trapped inside. Only when she was satisfied that the straps were secure did Jennifer release her grip on his manhood. She went to the stirrups and pulled two more straps tightly over each leg. He tested the bonds and found them secure. He had no choice but watch her and she made sure he learned from the experience. She went to a glass cupboard and took a handful of small foil wrapped items from a box. He was too far away to read the label. When she returned she leaned close to him, her perfume filling his nostrils with the scent of powerful femininity. Unseen, her other hand found his virgin rosette, now exposed by the angle of his spread and elevated legs. She was so close he could see exactly how much makeup she used. He felt her eyes burn into him while her finger explored his most intimate opening. "Do you know how Ducolax works?" she said huskily, almost in a whisper. She waited for him to shake his head. "It irritates the lining of the colon, causing it to contract and violently expel its contents. Usually it works within about fifteen minutes but I'm sure that by giving you a triple dose we'll see results much sooner than that." David groaned at the thought of it. He wiggled against the straps in a vain attempt to escape his fate. With great care Jennifer made a display out of unwrapping each of the three suppositories before his eyes. When they nestled in the palm of her hand she held them close for him to get a good look at the waxy, bullet shaped plugs. "Just think," she whispered, "Susan only had one of these and look at her." Almost on cue, Susan whimpered and convulsed again. "Please," David pleaded, "I'm sorry. But please don't put them in me!" He was really pleading now. His imagination was full of what those three innocent looking pessaries would do once they were at work inside him. But even as he did his best to sway her, she was pressing the first of the little plugs past his tensed anus. Two more followed quickly. He immediately felt a mild burning that quickly escalated into hot cramping as his body heat melted the three suppositories. Jennifer worked quickly, pinning the diapers tightly and fitting a pair of snap-on plastic panties over top. He was rocking his hips and tensing in reaction to the growing internal distress, the fire deep inside him, as she released the straps and bent his arm around behind him to ensure his cooperation on the way to his crib. So occupied with his cramps, David barely noticed the thick diapers between his legs that made him waddle towards the waiting crib-cage. Each spasm brought more pain and weakened him further until he found he could barely stand. He yearned to lie down on the mattress as he had yearned for nothing before. He moaned and cried and pleaded for relief as Jennifer fitted his arms into the sleeves of a strait jacket. He didn't care what she did to him; he just wanted to lie down, bring his legs back over his chest and ease the cramping. There was a growing storm deep inside him and he both wanted to be rid of it and yet save himself the discomfort that expulsion would surely bring. His bladder gave way of its own accord while Jennifer was tightening the buckles down his back and when she pulled the plastic covered crotch band tight he felt the hot wet cloth pressed against his shaven genitals. He didn't care. She crossed his arms and tightened the straps that held them that way. Then, finally, she let him lie down on the plastic mattress cover. It was blessed relief and he started to raise his legs only to have her grip one of his ankles and bind it in a cuff attached at the foot of the bed. "Please no!" he whimpered between spasms as he felt his other ankle being secured. He looked up at her, frantic with agony, "You can't do this to me!" It was the last thing he said for quite some time. No sooner had he finished the sentence than Jennifer had filled his mouth with an oversized pacifier, the rubber bulb pushing his tongue down, stifling his protests. She had little trouble fastening the strap about his head. As he suddenly realized what cruel ingenuity was behind his condition, David looked up into the pretty face of his tormentor. She looked down at him with a little pity as she fastened his elbows to the bed with straps. Then she wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "Sleep well, little baby. I'll look in on you both later this afternoon." Her voice was soft, reassuring, but it did nothing to dispel the wave of terror filled panic that washed over him. The crib side was drawn up and locked. She didn't even turn around on her way out of the room. A movement above him caused David to look up, only to see his reflection in a full length mirror over the crib. Though the top of the crib was barred he had little difficulty watching his every convulsion as his behind delivered wave after wave of sticky, acidic mush into the waiting diaper. He watched his body behave beyond his control, studied the many straps and devices that bound him and listened to his own muffled grunts and moans as he lay helpless under the onslaught of the suppositories. He perspired so much that the sweat dripped into his eyes blurring his vision. He didn't care about anything but the next spasm, hoping it would be the last, praying that each movement would carry away the three angry hornets and ease the storm they caused. He had never felt such a compelling need to expel; it was all he could think of, all he lived for during each endless convulsion. He quickly weakened and soon his bladder released a little trickle with each spasm. As he sensed the effluent spreading out beneath him and realized his total helplessness, he felt himself give up the fight, letting the drugs take their course. Eventually the spasms came farther apart and grew weaker. Soon he was able to tolerate them without screaming into the rubber bulb. Only then did he turn and see that Susan was watching him. She grunted into her own pacifier, the best expression of sympathy that she could manage. He studied her confinement, found it identical to his own and then met her eyes again. They lay staring at one another, each wanting so desperately to talk, to share the torment and yet each forestalled from such a simple act. And so the shadows deepened. David had nothing to do but feel the dirty and soaked diaper as it clung to him. Inside the strait jacket he was bathed in sweat and began to itch. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Susan too rolled and tugged against her bonds, suffering the same symptoms. Between the two bound and helpless patients there grew a silent bond of mutual sympathy and despair CHAPTER TWO David realized he had fallen asleep. The sound of the side of the crib being lowered made him open his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Jennifer and the leather hood before she pulled it over his head. Blind, deafened and suddenly terrified he struggled against his bonds and screamed against the rubber in his mouth. Then he felt Jennifer's hand on his diapered crotch, stroking and petting it to reassure him. He tried to relax. His elbows and ankles were released and he was guided to an unsteady standing position. He felt her hands work at the many buckles of the strait jacket and then the rush of cool air against his wet skin that made him shiver. His diaper hung down between his legs as Jennifer led him away from his crib. To the shower room? To one of the tables? He did not know. The leather cuffs on the metal bar again. So it must be the shower room. He realized he couldn't smell; an advantage when it came time to remove the diaper. With his arms suspended overhead, weight on the balls of his feet, David had no choice but to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted. Her hands pulled open the snaps on the plastic pants and then worked at the pins. The hot, humid confinement of the diaper was suddenly replaced by the cool breath of fresh air. He shivered. Far off in the distance he heard the sound of running water and a second later the high pressure stream hit him, stinging him with it's needle spray. He moaned his protest into the pacifier as the painful jet investigated his soiled nether region. As quickly as it had come it departed, leaving him sore and tired. He sensed there was a new load of effluent ready to escape. To his own shock and amazement he hoped he would be re- diapered soon. His hands were cuffed behind him again and he was led back into the main room. This time there was no waiting for the table to be prepared and he was directed onto the waiting pads without delay, his legs again forced up and apart by the stirrups. But the pads beneath him were different, artificial and plastic like. He guessed it was a disposable diaper. There seemed to be a lot of extra padding running down the middle, waiting to be drawn up between his legs. Then came the warm softness of baby powder, drying the last traces of water. He wished he could smell it but the hood was too tight. Efficient hands brought the diaper into place and fastened it snugly. It felt good to be protected again; he was unsure if he could control his sore and aching anus. One of her hands moved inside his diaper until it was between his penis and the padding. Then the other hand moved into position over it but outside the diaper. Suddenly there was a brief rush of cool air and his penis was brought out of the diaper. It felt very strange to be confined and exposed at the same time. He had expected another pair of snap-on plastic pants but instead, Jennifer's hands went to work on the straps that held his legs in the stirrups. Once they were free he felt something made of rubber being slipped over his ankles. As the nurse worked the garment up his legs he guessed it was a pair of rubber pants. Once they were in place David could feel the cool, smooth rubber pressing his erection against the plastic outer shell of the disposable diaper. But Jennifer wasn't finished. He felt her hands on his manhood and a few seconds later his penis was being guided into a rubber tunnel in the front of the pants. It felt so strange to David, the combination of warm, soft padded confinement and the contrasting slick kiss of the rubber where it gripped his manhood. He tried to imagine what it must look like. Jennifer moved away for a few minutes. When she returned it was to release the bands that held his body to the table. As he was helped to stand Jennifer gripped David's hood and pulled his head back; it was an effective means of control and he moved slowly, obeying her guiding hands. A few steps then he was made to turn around. Then he was guided down onto a waiting chair. He was confused, having no recollection of any chairs in the room. When she lifted his legs onto a platform he realized it must be a wheel chair. She began to strap him in. First a wide band of canvass across his chest. Then straps across his shins to keep his legs in place. His arms were placed outside the armrests for a moment and it seemed like a tray was being fitted across his chest. He felt more than heard the catches snap in place. She took each wrist, bound it in a cuff and then fixed it to the tray somehow; he was getting very confused. Finally she pressed his head backwards until it met a support. He felt something being fastened to his hood and found it suddenly secured. She seemed to move away again and he used the opportunity to test his freedom. There was none to be had; he couldn't move any part of his body more than a fraction of an inch and while it was more comfortable than the strait jacket he was getting very scared. David was locked in a silent world where his only stimuli were the feel of the pads and devices that bound his body. Hungry for more information, his mind tried to imagine what these things looked like and what purpose they served. Deep inside him fear was being replaced by terror as his total helplessness became a part of every thought. A little spasm shook him and the fresh diaper accepted a little more hot, acidic effluent. His bladder too tried to void but had nothing to give. He was very thirsty, having had nothing to drink since breakfast in his apartment an eternity ago. But more than anything else he was tired. The spasms had taken their toll and his body wanted sleep. His rear hurt from its constant exposure to his waste and every muscle screamed for peace from the constant bondage in unnatural positions. His stomach felt tense from his fear but he guessed he was probably hungry as well. And yet he could not relax himself. What is Jennifer going to do next?, his mind screamed. Why the locking chair and why the rubber sheath over his penis? He had no answers; he was forced to wait on fate. He hadn't sensed Jennifer's approach and the first touch of her hands on the fastenings to his hood startled him. "There, there, it's alright" she cooed as sound and light flooded in. He blinked in the sudden brightness and it took a few minutes before he could focus. He was in a wheel chair with a tray fixed over his lap. His cuffed hands were locked to the top of the tray by some arrangement of pins that fit through holes in the arborite surface. The chair had been turned to face the wall; he could see nothing of Susan's crib or the other furniture in the room. Jennifer was behind him. Without thinking he tried to turn his head to see what she was doing; but the head rest had sides fitted to it that made this impossible. She came into his view carrying a plastic tube attached to something out of his sight. He tried to talk but the rubber bulb held his tongue. He could only make pitiful, muffled whimpers as he watched her attach the tube to the front of his pacifier. "Just relax," she said with that same cruel smile, "you do want to eat, don't you?" He didn't understand until the first thick glob of paste filled the bulb in his mouth and oozed out. He swallowed without thinking and almost gagged on the bland taste. The bulb refilled and he had to swallow again. She stood back and watched him, her arms crossed over her chest. Could she know that he had no saliva to refresh his mouth? Did she plan on forcing him to endure this before answering his desperate need for water? He tried to tell her. He squealed and grunted and struggled against his bonds but if she guessed his message she made no sign of it and merely grinned wider at his distress. Each sound he tried to make was rewarded with another burst of paste and it was all he could do not to choke. "Well," she said while glancing at her watch, "it's time I gave Susan a change and some dinner. Oh, just relax. There'll be three quarts of juice once you're finished with that." Even as he grunted his protest she walked out of his view. David quickly learned that it was better to relax. The paste came more slowly that way and he could avoid the dry choking feeling. With his ears uncovered he was able to follow what was happening to Susan. First came a series of muffled moans and the sound of the crib side being lowered. "Yes, Missy, it's your turn now." Jennifer said softly and David heard the crackle of the mattress cover as Susan was helped to her feet. He pictured her being escorted towards the bathroom, her muffled cries and protests falling on deaf ears. The whirring sound told him the trapeze was being employed and then a pause, while the diaper was removed, before the sound of running water made him remember the stinging spray and he winced in sympathy. The gagged cries grew louder but had no effect on the efficient nurse. It was several minutes before the water was shut off. He imagined Jennifer drying her patient. When they returned Susan was making regular gulping sounds as if she was in tears. Then he heard the stirrups creak as they took the weight of her limbs. Was she pretty? Had she been shaved? David desperately wanted to know. The bulb in his mouth continued to fill with the luke warm paste. A new flurry of protests and then the sounds of rubber as, he guessed, a pair of rubber pants were drawn up Susan's legs. Suddenly there was a prolonged moan of despair and again David tried to turn his head to see what was happening. Strange, metallic sounds reached him; perhaps a second wheel chair? He was agitated with curiosity. Susan continued her whimpers and muted cries, punctuated by clicks. Jennifer had said nothing. "And now some dinner for you, my little miss." Jennifer said and immediately Susan ceased her protests. He knew what she was experiencing. Jennifer appeared beside him. "A little something to wash it all down?" she asked coyly. He could barely see her as she did something to the tube. The paste was soon replaced by apple juice that had a chemical after-taste. He had to swallow almost constantly to be able to breathe. He was surprised when Jennifer took hold of the back of the chair and spun it around so he could see his fellow prisoner. Was this him? Did he look like this? Susan was confined in her wheel chair with similar restraints. A strap across her feet held them in place. The tray fitted tightly against her torso, almost supporting her full breasts. Like his own, her wrists were locked to the top of the tray but now he could see the pins that passed through the top to be anchored by a turn bolt beneath. A tube ran from her pacifier up to a bag of paste that hung from a pole attached to the chair. She was gulping and swallowing as fast as she could, no doubt as thirsty and desperate as he had been only moments before. But it was what lay beneath the tray that made him strain his eyes; he couldn't believe it. The amber rubber panties had a black hole over her vagina, disappearing inside it, leaving a cavity. Though he could not see his own pants he guessed accurately that his rubber sheathed penis was meant to fill it. Despite all his pain, terror and discomfort, he grew hard. As he had examined her, Susan too had been studying David and had guessed what was planned. Despite the force- feeding of paste she started a new wave of muffled wails and whimpers. She was terrified of what lay ahead. Despite his arousal, David had sympathy for her. Jennifer was busy doing something to Susan's crib but David had eyes only for his suffering partner. When the feeding bag was empty, Jennifer hung a bag of amber fluid to replace it and changed David's tube to a fresh bag. He felt so full he didn't think he could take it but the bulb in his mouth was insistent and he had no choice but to keep swallowing. So the two patients stared at each other having guessed their fate. And how unkind a fate would it be? Susan glanced down at her naked breasts and blushed. As a bound female she would have no defence against the rampant male. David tried to imagine what it must feel like for her to have a rubber sheath lining her love tunnel, waiting for his hardness and powerless to prevent it from penetrating her. The idea excited David even more and he began to forget his fear and discomfort. All the while he suckled and swallowed, now mesmerized by the prospect of what lay ahead. Susan drained her bag and it was replaced. David was switched to his third quart, feeling full to capacity even as the first rush of juice flooded into his mouth. Nothing changed in the next hour. David finished the third bag and whimpered his protests at being made to take a fourth while Susan reluctantly started on her second. When David's last bag was dry and Susan had nearly finished her third, Jennifer stepped into view and began to wheel the girl towards her crib. David's erection strained inside its rubber sheath. Jennifer released the girl from her chair and forcefully guided her onto the crib's mattress. She was restrained in a spread- eagle position, arms and legs outstretched, leaving her defenceless. Fully aware of the intent of her position, Susan kept up a constant stream of gagged protests which Jennifer ignored. Finally satisfied with the female partner, Jennifer came for David. After he had been brought close to her he saw the girl's panic. Her face was flushed under the pacifier and her chest heaved with agitation. She did not want this to happen, he realized and was surprised to find his own excitement growing as a result of that. "Now just do what you're told and no one will suffer." Jennifer said as she guided David until he lay on top of the helpless Susan. She felt wonderful beneath him. Her breasts were crushed by his chest and his pacifier lay only inches from her own. Her eyes were dark with fear as they both sensed Jennifer's hands buckling David's wrists and ankles into cuffs over top of Susan's. There was one final step and Jennifer took her time at it. David caught a brief glimpse of the tube of lubricating jelly before he felt Jennifer apply it to his stiffness. It made him moan with pleasure, even after his member was abandoned in favour of preparing Susan's rubberized cavity. Jennifer's hand went between them. David could feel her guiding his sheathed stem to the mouth in Susan's pants. Then, suddenly and wonderfully, he was inside her, watching with delight as her eyes grew wide with surprise and a high pitched squeal escaped past her gag. Lost in the ecstasy, David didn't see Jennifer prepare the syringe. He whirled around at the prick of the needle in his arm and felt fear again. "Just a little something to make sure you both take advantage of the situation." Jennifer said as she wiped a damp cotton swab over Susan's arm. David had no idea what was in the needle but it had the effect of agitating them both until his piston slid in and out of the helpless Susan as quickly as they both could manage, racing towards a climax forced by the drug. David was enjoying himself despite all he had been through that day. Susan's face was flushed and while she still moaned, her sounds were now of pleasure. No sooner had they both come than the strange drug began to restore their appetite. Jennifer had watched with obvious delight and took the opportunity to remove both pacifiers. "I'm sure you'll both have a lot to talk about before morning. Good night!" Time and time again they rose to the peak of passion and subsided, only to be brought back into arousal by the injections. David lost count of how many times they were compelled to unite, his penis never slipping from Susan's grasp. Even after he had nothing to ejaculate his body was driven to renew the thrusts that now brought Susan pain and made her protest. Many hours later they lay exhausted in each other's arms, sore and drained, thankful for the peace. Without taking advantage of their ability to speak, they each drifted into sleep, ignoring the discomfort of their bonds. CHAPTER THREE The sleep born of exhaustion didn't last through the night. Just as the first rays of dawn crept through the window both patients were awake. Without the effects of the drug to conquer their inhibitions, David and Susan silently assessed their predicament. David was tired and stiff. He was surprised that he was still erect and still buried inside Susan's rubber lined sheath. He felt sticky and dirty all over, especially his diaper where more of the acidic mush had leaked out and now burned fiercely. He wiggled his behind a little to try and gain some comfort but a low, painful moan from Susan made him stop. His need to pee was overpowering but as soon as he tried to release he found much resistance from the rubber sheath that bound his penis. Grunting and moaning he forgot about his forced sex partner for a few seconds and tried his best to gain some relief. He was only partly successful and now his penis was painful. Susan whimpered softly and he looked down into her pensive eyes and groped for words. Susan wondered if she had even been so miserable. This stranger's penis still violated her, sandwiching her body between a pool of effluent and his hips. Her arms screamed out their protests at having been bound so tightly for so long. Whenever he moved it was like torture to her. She desperately needed to pee but found it very hard to do so because of the weight of the man's body against her vulva. Looking up into his questioning eyes she decided it would be better if she didn't tell him what she knew about the horrors to come. "Uh, I'm David" he said in a strained voice. Despite the fact that his face was forced only inches away from hers he found it hard to meet her eyes. Nonetheless it was a beginning. Part of his mind was already forming questions. Susan thought again about his hardness in her secret passage, the weight of him on her and all the other things that made her miserable. She knew he already knew his name; Jennifer had used it yesterday afternoon. What could she say to him, now, like this? She felt tears form in her eyes, gulped out her name to him and then looked away, embarrassed. "What's going on?" His voice was stronger now. He was thinking again, hungry for information. Without turning her head back Susan gave him her prepared answer. "I can't tell you", she sobbed and then looked up at him. "Trust me. It's better that you don't know what else they could do to us." David wasn't satisfied but one look at his bound partner told him that her mind was made up. His neck was sore from trying to lift his head up so he could see her properly. He lay his head down next to hers and resigned himself to wait for now. His mind ran through question after question while his body ached and hurt. There was so much he wanted to know and yet part of him knew now was not the time to press the issue. Three long, painful hours later Jennifer breezed into the room and inspected her charges. "Well, did we have fun last night?" Neither patient bothered even to moan. Both breathed a sigh of relief when she began to release the cuffs that held David in place. "Susan, dear, have you been telling young David all our secrets?" Jennifer stared at the girl long enough to let her know that an answer was expected. A gentle shake of her tear stained face was all she could manage. "Well that's good", Jennifer continued, "we wouldn't want to spoil any surprises for him would we?" As soon as he felt the handcuff close around his wrist David knew he was about to undergo the bathroom routine. His whole body trembled with dread and he felt tears form in his eyes. In her well appointed study one floor below Samantha watched Jennifer lead the handcuffed young man toward the showers and then turned off the closed circuit monitor. She leaned back in her executive chair and enjoyed the feeling of things going well. If David thought he was miserable now, he would certainly be changing his mind in a few days. She wondered when David would next rebel. Jennifer had handled him well yesterday. He seemed placid today. Maybe she should bring him downstairs and humiliate him a little, taunt his male ego. She flipped through the catalogue pages of the control devices she wanted to test on David and decided to let him reach his own boiling point. Susan was another matter. Referring to the girl as her niece had been strictly a fabrication for David's benefit. Until a few months ago Susan had been Sam's submissive lover. It had been fun to bind and humiliate her but once Jennifer arrived on the scene she had been relegated to permanent slave status. Jennifer loved to torment her predecessor and it amused Sam to watch. There were so many things to try out that Sam wanted to rush upstairs and start right away. First things first, she reminded herself. David's ultimate conversion to submissiveness should be savoured and enjoyed, not rushed through. Nonetheless, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun. She turned on her monitor and then picked up her intercom phone. She watched Jennifer emerge from the bathroom where David was still hanging by his wrists and pick up the receiver. She couldn't mask the husky pleasure in her voice as she gave the order, "Start his incontinence training and tell him what you're doing. I want to watch his face." She heard Jennifer giggle her sensuous, wicked laugh. "What about Susan?" Sam paused to think for a moment and then chuckled. "I suspect she's behind in her dilation therapy. Use the moisture sensors. We'll need her totally incontinent too for the diaper tests." Jennifer giggled again and hung up. Sam watched her return to the bathroom and then stood up and walked around her desk, studying her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Her tailored black silk suit gave her an air of power and authority. It's tight skirt ended just above her knees, showing plenty of leg. She turned and checked the seams on her black silk stockings. They ran true from their reinforced heels. Her four-inch black patent spike pumps made her feel even more powerful. She felt the first stirring of arousal. She wanted to see both of her slaves admire her, want her and fear her. She wasn't going to disappoint them. Like her mistress, Jennifer wanted David to rebel. Passive slaves weren't any fun unless they had been broken. And she knew from experience that passivity in an unbroken subject was at best temporary. It was better to bait the individual in a controlled setting than to have them catch you off guard. She dried David with the rough towels kept for the purpose and evaluated his condition. He wasn't stiff and tired any more. His eyes were alert and his attempts to gain some comfort against the cuffs betrayed that there was plenty of strength left in him. She was deliberately rough with his shaven balls and penis. "My, how baby like. Does it like being in diapers?" She played with it gently enough to start an erection. "I see he likes me. Well, don't you worry we've got some nice big, thick diapers and a fresh pair of plastic pants ready for you." Despite being reminded of what lay ahead for him David could not help but become erect. Her hands were warm and soft and he wanted more of what she was giving even though he knew he was being taunted. Still addressing herself to his penis, Jennifer sent in another barb. "So you want me to put you in diapers. I suppose we can't expect any better from a skinny, wimpy little thing like you." She abruptly wrenched at the semi-erect member and then slapped David's balls hard enough to make him groan in pain. Immediately his penis deflated. She looked up into his face contorted with pain and anger and smiled sweetly, pleased she had made him respond. Now if he would just try something. Jennifer deliberately ignored the handcuffs as she prepared to take David back into the nursery. And while she held his arms behind him she made sure her grip was loose enough to give him a chance to try an escape. David had resolved not to try anything but that was before she had slapped his balls. He could still feel the nauseous feelings in his groin and it called up his anger and indignation at being humiliated and tortured. When he noticed that the cuffs weren't being used and that Jennifer's grip was slack he began to plan. This time he wouldn't under estimate her. The changing table, already laid out with fresh diapers for him, was about five feet away when he suddenly twisted out of her grasp, turned and drove his fist into her stomach. The slightly built nurse folded up and went down on her knees. David grabbed a pair of handcuffs left nearby and pried her hands free of her abdomen so he could fasten them behind her back. Robbed of breath by the blow she glared up at him and gasped for air, her eyes fired by anger. David took a moment to think. He looked over at the still bound Susan. She stared at him with wild eyes. "Just go!" she hissed at him. "Leave me. There's things you don't know. They'll not care so much if you don't take me!" But her words only called forth David's male vanity. One look at the helpless form, bound to the bed wearing diapers and those rubber sex pants told him he could not leave her to the certain wrath that would follow his escape. He ripped the keys out of Jennifer's uniform pocket and went to Susan's crib. Later, David would realize that rescuing Susan was his fatal mistake. Samantha had seen the action in the monitor reflected in the mirror. Smiling broadly she went back to her desk and took a small aerosol can from the top drawer. It didn't take David long to release Susan from her bonds but she was weak and couldn't walk very well with the rubber sheath still inside her. "You'll never make it." Jennifer gasped as they passed her. David made no reply. He was busy looking for the door key. As he fumbled with the keys and the door lock David realized that he was naked and Susan was in no condition to be seen in public. But there was nothing he could do about it for now. He would find something for them to wear, somehow. It was taking too long to find the right key. Jennifer wasn't gagged and it was only a matter of time before she started to call out and raise the alarm. He thought about going back to take care of that problem but decided it would waste too much time. From the corner of his eye he noticed Susan turn and lean against the wall. She was exhausted and very uncomfortable, her arms hung limp and she stared at the floor. Her absence of enthusiasm struck a chord of suspicion in David's mind but he ignored it. Finally the lock turned. David pulled open the door while reaching for Susan. When he looked back again he was just in time to see Samantha spray something in his face before he blacked out CHAPTER FOUR As he rose upward toward consciousness David groaned from the pounding in his head. Gradually he realized he must be on the obstetrical table. The metal stirrups dug into his legs and his arms had been bound over his head. From the chill on his skin he sensed he was naked. He had the presence of mind not to open his eyes right away. As his mind recovered from the stun spray he remembered the failed escape attempt and tried to figure out what went wrong. A series of muffled painful whimpers drifted to his ears. Susan. What were they doing to her? There were sounds of thrashing against bonds and then more whimpers. It didn't sound good. A hand slapped his face and Jennifer's voice was close, "Wake up you pig!" Reluctantly he opened his eyes and saw that both Samantha and the nurse were standing beside him. The expressions on their faces told him he was in for a rough time. "Nice try, David." Samantha said softly as she idly stroked his bared genitals. "I appreciate spirit. It makes things so much more exciting." She walked casually to a table out of David's sight while she spoke, "But Jennifer is quite annoyed and she would like a little revenge. I'm inclined to let her have her way." She picked up something from the table and began to walk back. "I hope you've come to like diapers, David because from now on you're going to have to wear them all the time." Jennifer took something from Samantha's hands and held it up so David could see it. He didn't recognized much of the tangle of tubes and wires. "After a day in this rig you'll never be able to control your water again." She paused, waiting for the panic to cross his face, and was rewarded. "This makes you want to pee all the time. It rewards you by making you horny. Your body quickly learns not to hold its water." David didn't understand very much but one thing was abundantly clear; he didn't want to be incontinent. He felt his mouth open in panic, words hung in his throat. "No" he croaked. Jennifer didn't reply. She began fitting a rubber sheath over his flaccid penis. David convulsed against his bonds to no avail. He was bound very tightly and not even his panic driven adrenalin was enough to earn him an inch toward freedom. Even though it made his head pound all the worse he strained to watch as she fitted the strange device to his body. Samantha gently pushed his head back and stroked his brow, her voice soft and soothing, "Don't fret, so. It's actually quite pleasant, once you get used to it. We could use more painful methods to make you incontinent but this one is so much fun to watch. Just relax. You'll see what we mean very soon." David let his body go limp and moaned loudly. He thought of the first time they had diapered him and his revulsion. What would it be like to have to endure that every day. "Please," he gasped, "you can't do this to me. I mean, why? What good does it do you?" Jennifer had fastened something to his penis and now she was pushing something up his anus, a slim plastic probe. He felt it touch his prostate gland and involuntarily flinched. She looked up, smiled and did something to fasten the probe in place. "It does us a lot of good, David." Samantha's voice pulled his attention away from Jennifer's activities. "I told you we're here to test invalid care products. If you are truly incontinent it just makes the test results all that more valid." A new series of whimpers drifted over from Susan's crib. Samantha looked over at her and smiled. "Your friend's getting a similar treatment but it's her rear end she won't be able to control." Looking down at David she gave him her best Mistress smile. "Do you wan to know the gory details?" David shook his head but she ignored it. "There are moisture sensors in her diaper, at the back where it takes the urine a while to get to. Unless those sensors are kept wet they send a current to a special dildo in her anus. Every time the dildo gets a jolt it expands in diameter by about four milimetres. The sensors activate once every ten minutes. Susan is on constant liquid feed, as you will soon be, but I suspect she hasn't wetted herself quite enough yet to reach the sensors." The questions in David's mind were written across his face. Samantha gave a condescending smile and continued, "It's quite simple. We dilate her anus so much she can't keep it closed. Aside from wearing a plug up there she'll be in diapers the rest of her life too." Her expression became a little more serious, "Maybe you two should plan on staying together. You could buy diapers in bulk." David did the only thing he was capable of. The scream of terror came from deep within his soul. It was abruptly choked off when Samantha jammed the pacifier into his mouth and buckled its straps tightly. An hour later David was moaning in pleasure even though part of him was full of panic at the gradual process that would soon rob him of any ability to hold his water. They had put him into a strait jacket and hobbled his ankles with fur lined leather cuffs, attached a bag of juice to a pole on wheels and his pacifier, then left him alone to wander the room and concentrate on what was happening to him. He had to admit it was ingenious and effective. Every little spurt of his urine was captured by the penis sheath and delivered through a tube to the plastic probe that pressed against his prostate gland, the source of male pleasure. The warm spray was enough to incite erection and orgasm but an electrical sensor also made the probe vibrate gently for a few minutes. His body couldn't resist the temptation to bring on the pleasure again and again. He had orgasmed several times and now his climaxes were dry, almost painful but he couldn't stop himself from suckling hard on the bulb in his mouth, willing the fluid through his system, anxious for more water to make things feel good again. After an hour he began to feel light headed and wondered if the juice carried a drug. When Jennifer came in with a portable tape player and without a word set a tape of classical music playing he didn't seem to mind. She replaced both his and Susan's juice bags and then left as silently as she had come and she had been gone quite a while before he noticed. The panic seemed to be fading. He felt quite good about it all. He shuffled over to Susan who lay bound spread-eagled to her crib and looked down at her. Her hips writhed constantly and while she looked more peaceful there was still much terror in the eyes that peered at him over the rim of her pacifier. Now and then her face would contort with pain and she would cry into her gag as the anal intruder grew in size again. He wanted to talk to her but it was quite impossible. He felt no frustration at this, just a growing sense of acceptance of himself, this world, everything. Susan kept trying to tell him something but her pacifier kept it all to muffled nonsense. He didn't care that he couldn't understand her. He didn't care about anything CHAPTER FIVE Jennifer traced the outline of the deep blue bruise on her tummy while she waited for Samantha to come back from the washroom. The morning's developments had turned Sam on and Jennifer knew better than to refuse her Mistress when she was in such a mood. She like Sam's bed. The black satin sheets smelled of her perfume and it made her feel very sexy. Sam wasn't always willing to bring her here for their lovemaking, she like having a few `accessories' handy and insisted that Jennifer keep them in her room. But there had been no spankings or whipping this time, just wonderful fulfilment. Sam came back nude. She had a fine body that many a man had hungered for but few had penetrated. Sam was bisexual but always dominant and a lot of her males hadn't liked the flavour at all. One look at the expression on Sam's face told her that she wasn't going to be spared the next little ritual, the one she hated the most and therefore Sam insisted on the most. Her mistress casually picked up the little pile of chains attached to the oval metal plate as if it were a discarded pair of panties. "Does the bruise hurt much?" she asked tenderly, deliberately ignoring what she held in her hand. Jennifer hated the tactic. She liked to draw things out, to make the whole issue that much more distasteful. "Uh, yeah." She stared at the coiled chastity belt in Sam's hand. "I guess it won't earn me a reprieve from the iron maiden though, will it?" Sam smiled with amusement, "No, sweetie, it won't." She walked to the side of the bed and traced a long red fingernail over Jennifer's shaven pubis. "Quite frankly I don't know why you keep asking about it. I've never let you go without it yet." She let her finger get busier, burrowing between the soft lips. It excited her to think of Jennifer being turned on whenever she locked her up. The nurse moaned and parted her legs a little. Maybe she could coax another session that would cool Sam's love for the damn thing. "You know I would be good. I wouldn't go off and sneak orgasms somewhere without you." She was deliberately being patronizing but she figured she had little to lose. Sam waited until she had elicited another moan from her charge before she replied. "I trust you but wearing it keeps you frustrated and makes you come up with the most wonderful ideas for our two little toys upstairs. I think you should assume the position now." Jennifer wished Sam would come up with another phrase for asking her to go to the wall and lean against it spread-eagle, waiting for her Mistress to apply the chastity belt. The words grated on her and she was about to say something and then thought the better of it. Sam could always make it a little tighter, just for the hell of it. So without a word she went to the wall and waited for the first touch of the cold, hard metal between her legs and the unforgiving chains that would bind it to her body until Sam decided otherwise. Sam had designed the belt herself and expertly snugged it up before locking it. It featured an oval metal plate that covered the entire vulva and prevented anything from getting access to the tender little nerve endings that would bring pleasure. A small slit down the center allowed urine to drain and the rear chains parted before the anus and therefore didn't interfere with its function. The belt could be left in place for quite some time and she loved reading the letters from her customers who competed with each other to report the longest continual confinement in a chastity belt. There were some pretty unhappy women out there, thanks to Sam. "There you are, nice and tight. Are we comfy?" She loved to tease Jennifer about the belt and doubted she would ever allow the girl to be without it. It was just too much fun to keep her locked up and Sam knew she would never have a lover who was too tired or too spent to see to her needs. Jennifer didn't answer. Careful not to look too sullen she went back to the bed and started to dress by putting on her garter belt. The two women went to Sam's office and turned on the monitor. David was still wandering the nursery although he often stopped and stared at Susan for a while. Sam turned to the nurse, "Will Susan need another session of this?" "No. I set the maximum to a size where she'll never be able to control herself again; not without surgery." Sam smiled. It served the little bitch right for refusing her more ambitious desires. "What about David?" "He's euphoric because of the drugs and the post-hypnotic suggestion tape. His trigger for soiling himself is `sale'. I'd love to take him to a shopping mall and see what happens." "Out of the question. We've too much to do here. But we'll have some fun just before we release him. What do you want to do to them tomorrow?" They planned out the next few days of testing for their captives. If the bound and diapered couple in the room above them could of guessed their fates, not even drugs could have buoyed their spirits. CHAPTER SIX David awoke from a dream in which someone had been whispering into his ear. He couldn't remember what the person was saying, just that something was being repeated over and over. It was only when he turned over to lie on his back that he suddenly realized he wasn't bound. He sat up and looked around. There were strange mittens on his hands that made them useless by holding his fingers inside stiff sleeves. His crib cage was locked. He wasn't going anywhere. He looked down at the translucent plastic pants that covered his night thickness diaper. He couldn't remember much past being confined in the strait jacket and the pleasure he got from peeing. Almost as soon as he thought of the subject a warm jet of urine flooded into his diaper. He was shocked. Then a second burst followed by a steady stream. It was happening by itself, he was helpless to control it. He tried to find the muscles, to control it, to make it stop but nothing happened. Suddenly he remembered what Sam had said while he was strapped to the table. The panic took his breath away. Susan stirred and David called to her. She too was free inside her locked crib except for her hands. She started to sit up but cried out in pain and rolled onto her side instead. She let out a sob and then started to cry. "They've done it!" she sobbed, "they really did it!" She looked up at David's puzzled face and almost angrily said, "I'm soiling myself and I can't help it. I can't stop the pee either. And it hurts so bad!" Embarrassed by her admission David lay back down and wondered why he couldn't remember anything. When had they taken the strait jacket off? Had they been given dinner? Then his mind turned to his own condition. The old gutwrenching panic crept into him. He felt the hot, sodden diaper pinned tightly around his waist and grimaced at the thought that these feelings might become a normal part of waking up. Even as he slumped into despair more pee escaped without his consent. Jennifer breezed in and began to prepare for the morning diaper change. "This will be your first day as adult babies so we're going to make it special!" Her tone was mother-to-child, condescending. "We'll get you both fixed up in these brand new diapers and then you can play in the garden for a while." David watched her sullenly. Jennifer went to a cupboard and removed some wide straps. When she came over to his crib, David saw they were made of thick white plastic but otherwise were copies of the leather cuffs used on the beds. Before lowering the crib side she went to the fixed side of the crib and tied David's left ankle to the bars. "You were bad yesterday. We can't take any chances with you. These are permanent cuffs that you can even wear in the shower. Isn't that convenient? Now be good while I get you fitted." Despite his black mood David offered no resistance while Jennifer fitted his wrists and ankles with the wide plastic. There were no locks, just a permanent bonding glue. These would have to be cut off if they were ever removed and the reinforcing wires inside the plastic would make even that a serious job. Each cuff did feature a thick brass ring mounted with rivets. David instantly understood the utility of these devices. When she had finished with his limbs Jennifer measured his neck. David didn't like that at all but said nothing while he watched her add four rings and then prepare to fit the collar permanently. She made sure his arms and legs were well secured with short lengths of chain and locks before working on his neck. David expected her to work on Susan next but instead she went to a cupboard and returned with a wide leather belt. After ordering him to stand she fastened it about his waist. A long loop of leather dangled down from the front of the belt. This loop had a buckle which allowed it to be made smaller or larger. David was puzzled. He noticed that Jennifer was working quickly, as if to accomplish something before he guessed her intention. She unlocked his wrists only to rejoin them behind his back with about six inches of chain. Then she went behind him. As soon as he felt her pull the loop of leather between his legs he guessed at the cruelty of her intentions. But it was too late to fight. His ankles were hobbled only a few inches apart and his hands were useless. Suddenly he felt the chain between his wrists being pulled downward as Jennifer tightened the loop. It forced him to bend over backward. There was a pause while she fastened the buckle and then she stepped away. As soon as he tried to straighten up he knew his guess was right. Unless he leaned backward the leather between his legs was pulled painfully tight. David moaned in frustration as he moved his torso back and forth trying to avoid the pressure between his legs on one extreme and an aching back on the other. He looked up at his tormentor with anger and hate in his eyes even as he grimaced in his forced posture. "You bitch." he muttered under his breath. Jennifer studied him with her arms crossed on her chest, a broad smile of satisfaction telling him she enjoyed the sight of his distress. "I heard that, baby. Just for that I'm going to let you know right now that we have a sale on for rough treatment." It seemed to David that an electric current was running through his body. To his horror he was suddenly overcome with a maddening need to shit. His mind became obsessed with this need even though there seemed little enough effluent in his system. Almost of its own accord his body strained to meet the command. He groaned and gasped as he struggled to deliver. Weakened by the effort he sank to his knees, feeling the cold floor against his flesh. "Don't fight, it baby. You won't be happy until you fill your pants so you might as well get on with it." Now he knew why she had put the belt on him. Its cruel straps between his legs pressed the thick, sodden diaper against his rear passage making it all the more difficult to carry out this sudden, desperate, ultimate mission. He wanted to cry, to complain, to protest but he had energy and attention for only one thing. Finally, it was happening. Every inch was a might struggle but slowly he forced it out against the tight padding and the pressure from the strap. He hated the feel of it. When he had stopped gasping she made him stand up. That only made things worse since the effluent was spread around inside his diaper. He shuddered at the thought of what it must look like, what it must smell like. In his forced half crouch he glared up at her, now hoping against hope that she would at least loosen the strap a little but instead she just turned on her heel and went over to Susan. Unfortunately for her, Susan had been subjected to the same hypnotic tape and therefore Jennifer's use of the trigger word had caused an unintended crisis for the poor girl. Distressed enough at her own bowel incontinence, Susan had been coping with her own critical need to expel while David had been suffering Jennifer's revenge. Now the poor girl lay on her back, knees pulled up over her chest, gasping in the accomplishment of her mission. But she was emotionally destitute and looked up at Jennifer through tears of frustration and despair. "You've ruined me!" she sobbed. "Shut up or you'll get the same as him!" was Jennifer's reply as she started to fit the girl for her permanent plastic cuffs. An hour later much had been accomplished to prepare the two babies for their promised outing in the garden. When Samantha came up to the nursery she found them kneeling on the cold concrete floor at the foot of their respective cribs. With wrist cuffs clipped to ankle cuffs they were quite harmless and yet very uncomfortable. They were each wearing a prototype of an extra thick disposable diaper intended for over night use in nursing homes and although it had been only a few minutes since change time the incontinence measures of the previous day were taking effect. Beside each bound form was a pole with a feeding bag hanging from it. The bland paste travelled down the translucent tubes to the pacifier bulbs which force fed it to David and Susan. Several bags of fluid waited near each patient. David shifted uncomfortably, feeling himself wet uncontrollably while Susan whimpered and cried a little as she felt her diaper grow heavier with effluent she could no longer control. The Mistress inspected the cuffing arrangements on the victims and congratulated Jennifer on the work. "We will definitely recommend this product. It's very effective, especially for long term patients." "It's sure effective on them." "And their diapers?" "The prototypes you specified. We should be able to leave them in place until after lunch if they're as good as they claim to be." This last comment brought a moan of despair from both David and Susan. Samantha turned to address her captives. "It looks like you're being very helpful in our research. That's appreciated. After breakfast you can both go out to the garden for a little while, " she paused for effect, "with suitable precautions in place". `Suitable precautions' turned out to be almost unbearable. Tightly hobbled at the ankles, their mittened hands bound behind them, David and Susan stared at each other in the bright sunlight. Jennifer had fitted Susan with a rubber bra that already was dark with sweat patches. The poor girl made little jumping motions to try and alleviate the incessant itch she could not scratch. For David Sam had produced weighted nipple clamps, the cruel metal teeth of which still felt red hot. Each step, every little movement renewed the pain. But at least they were not gagged and finally could talk. The July sun beat down on them out of a clear sky and there was no shade in sight. David already felt thirsty, even after three bags of juice that now trickled uncontrolled into his diaper. There was so much to talk about but where to begin. "Maybe we can escape or attract some attention," he said softly, hopefully. "Forget it. I've been out here before. First of all we're out in the middle of nowhere. Second, the garden is fenced and enclosed by thick hedges. We won't be seen or heard." She gasped a little and then started to walk with her legs as wide apart as her hobbles will allow. David wanted to ask her about her condition but it was somehow too awful a subject. "Why are they doing this to us? What are we here for?" She looked up at him, her soft eyes misty from her discomforts. For the first time he realized how pretty she was. He truly felt sorry for her. "They really are testing equipment. She gets paid very well for it. Think about it for a moment, would anybody volunteer for this?" She paused and they took a few of the tiny steps their chains would allow. "But they also like what they're doing. Samantha's a sadist and Jennifer's no Florence Nightingale, as you've discovered for yourself." "How did you get here? Did they kidnap you?" David had to gasp from the pain at his nipples. The sun was warming his diaper, trapping heat inside his plastic pants and making him very itchy down there. "No. I used to be Sam's secretary, then her lover. Last month she brought Jennifer back with her from a vacation. They had a lot of fun keeping me bound and in diapers for a few weeks. When they finally let me leave I went back to the city but all my friends were gone and I couldn't find a job. I got drunk one night and called Sam and asked to be taken back. I didn't think they would imprison me, just make me do the dirty stuff. I was wrong." She wiggled her torso a bit and cursed the hot rubber of the bra. "And now," she started to sob, "I've been condemned to a life in diapers!" The tears began rolling down her cheeks and she turned her head away. David watched her spread her legs a little and shift on her feet in discomfort as she soiled herself again. The steady, uncontrolled trickle into his own diapers reminded him he was not much better off. He started to feel depressed. David felt awkward about her mentioning her condition. "You can get it corrected by surgery." He tried to sound hopeful. She looked back at him, her head cocked to one side, "And just what to I tell the doctors? Sam has some very embarrassing photos of me doing some very embarrassing things, some of which could be the cause of my incontinence. She used to have this special chastity belt she liked to make me wear out in public. It had a dildo for my cunt and a bigger dildo for my rear. She thought it was great fun to lock it on, leave the keys at home and spend the day at a mall." David got the point. He decided to change the subject. "So Jennifer is her new lover?" "And slave. Sam likes to be in total control. She made me wear a chastity belt at all times. I doubt its any different for Jennifer. Sam likes the thought of her lovers being constantly aroused but prevented from doing anything about it. Sam likes to own people." David thought about that for a moment. He started to get aroused at the thought of chastity belts but a flood of unwelcome pee cooled his excitement. "So what's to become of us?" "Don't worry, they won't kill us. But they will tire of us. They'll probably use drugs and hypnosis to make us forget about this place or at least how to find it and then turn us loose. They would get a big kick out of the thought of us being in diapers the rest of our lives." That kept David quiet for a while. The sun was making things very uncomfortable and he began to wonder how much longer they would be left out in the garden. "Enjoy your little outing, my babies," Sam said to the empty room as she watched David and Susan on the closed circuit monitor, "you'll soon have much more to be unhappy about." She turned off the monitor and went up the ward to see how Jennifer was making out. Presuming she would be alone for a while, Jennifer was sitting on a chair trying desperately to get underneath her chastity belt so she could scratch the incessant itch caused by her having to pee through it. She had laid out an assortment of possible tools including a tongue depresser and a long handled comb. So absorbed was she in her task that she didn't notice Sam's arrival in the doorway. "You're being bad!" the Mistress said in a soft voice that didn't hide her true displeasure. Jennifer's head snapped up in alarm. One look at Sam's hard expression told her she was in for some bad times. She fell onto her knees and began to crawl toward her Mistress. "Oh, Sam! I'm sorry. I really am. It's just the itch. I only wanted to scratch the itch." She buried her face in Sam's skirt and actually began to cry. "Please don't punish me! Please don't be mean to me!" Sam looked down on the petulant girl in the nurse's uniform and smiled her most wicked smile. "Don't worry, my dear. I understand fully about how itchy a chastity belt can get after you've had to pee through it a few times." She stroked Jennifer's blonde tresses and did her best to sound sincerely soothing. "Why don't you lie down on the changing table and I'll fix you up." Jennifer looked up at her with tear stained eyes, searching for some reassurance that Sam wasn't being sarcastic. But Sam's face was hard to read. Nodding dumbly she rose and turned toward the table which was already laid out with diapers, ready for the next changing session. Sam's hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Your belt will have to come off first. Hold still." The same calm voice. The reassuring absence of malice. Jennifer looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Sam took the key she wore on a ring around her neck and after lifting the short nursing uniform skirt, opened the lock at the back of Jennifer's chastity belt. The young girl sighed with relief as the hated instrument fell away. At Sam's suggestion she took off her uniform. Sam watched her climb onto the padded table and place her legs in the stirrups. Jennifer still wore her white stockings and garter belt and to Sam it made her seem all that more vulnerable. Jennifer couldn't resist the urge to scratch her tortured crotch. Trusting in Sam's silent approval she let her hand travel down between her thighs and began to massage her bared pubic mound gently, being careful not to masturbate, for it would certainly have incurred her Mistress' wrath. Sam watched for a moment and then slowly went to the table. She gently took her slave's wrists in her hands and brought them over her head to where the leather cuffs lay ready. "Enough of that," she said softly "we can't be breaking all the rules in one afternoon." Jennifer was mesmerized by her Mistress' attentions and didn't protest when she felt the cuffs being tightened about her wrists. She knew Sam liked to have her bound when she gave pleasure and she fully expected that Sam was about to make her feel very good indeed. When Sam began to apply the leg straps Jennifer got a little concerned. But her Mistress still wore that same reassuring smile and still gave no evidence of anything but sincere sympathy for her discomfort. She thought about the thick diapers beneath her bottom and wondered if her female scent would arouse David. She made a mental note to make sure that he next wore these pads, heavy as they would be with the essence of her passion. She awoke from her day dream to see Samantha standing between her bound legs with a catheter ready for insertion. "No!" she screamed as her body tensed in futile defence. "Oh please, Sam, not that!" Jennifer struggled against her bonds to no avail. Sam had applied them carefully. Suddenly the diapers that caressed her bottom took on a whole new, sinister meaning. Her Mistress' face had lost it's innocence. Now she wore the same expression that Jennifer had come to associate with heavy dominance. Sam wanted her to be uncomfortable and she had been foolish enough to believe that her Mistress only intended to clean her up and give her pleasure. She watched in horror while Sam lubricated the catheter with long, careful strokes, making the procedure last as long as possible. Jennifer began to sob. "Sam, I don't deserve this. Please don't do it to me! You know what it's like. I'll be good. You don't have to put me into diapers." She choked out the last words, hating the sound of them. "But you were bad," Sam said softly, "I don't make you wear a chastity belt so that you'll be comfortable. I make you wear it so you'll think of me all the time. When you try and get around it you're trying to get around me and I don't like that. Not a bit." Her face grew hard and menacing. "Now you're going to pay for your transgressions. I'm sure that a few days in diapers with a catheter up your clit will make you appreciate your chastity belt." Had the room not been sound proofed, David and Susan would have heard Jennifer's screams of dismay and torment as the slim plastic tube was pushed deep into her body. Bound too tightly to struggle she was forced to accept her punishment but that didn't stop her from crying out her horror and dismay at its arrival. In the end she lay sobbing while her Mistress brought the extra thick cloth diapers up between her legs and pinned them tightly. Even before she was released from the straps and made to stand she could feel her hot pee flood into the folds of the waiting cloth, beginning a slow but steady descent into the hell of being kept in diapers as a punishment. Sam didn't have to warn her about resisting the rest of the measures. Jennifer knew better than to try her Mistress' patience on such matters. Sadly, with tears streamin down her face she stepped into the plastic panties that were handed to her and pulled them into place. She didn't have to guess at what came next. Sam passed the worn leather waist section of the retention belt around her slim hips and cinched it just too tight. Then there was the painful and humiliating process of bringing the crotch piece into play from where it hung from the front of the belt. Jennifer sighed out loud as she felt the crotch band pulled impossibly tight. It was not that it hurt, just that it was tight. And she knew from experience that the feelings would get much worse once the diaper was saturated with her urine and worse again if she had to have a bowel movement. As the locks clicked shut in the small of her back, Sam spoke again. I think this little arrangement will cure you of your itchyiness. If it doesn't, just let me know and I'll make sure that you'll have much worse to worry about." She stepped back and admired her work. "Your uniform covers far too much, my dear. Our babies can roast in the garden another hour while you take up the hem of your uniform by about three inches." She turned on her spike heel and walked confidently to the door before turning to deliver the final spike in Jennifer's coffin of torment, "that way there will be no doubt in anybody's mind that you have been confined to diapers until I decide otherwise." Once she was sure that Sam had gone downstairs Jennifer took a few awkward steps. It had been quite some time since her Mistress had used diapers on her and Jennifer found the sensations no less distasteful than before. Her self-pity and tears turned to revenge. She decided if she couldn't have it at Sam's expense then the two babies in the garden would have to pay. One look at the list of things that Sam wanted her to test on the babies gave her enough ideas. After a few minutes of preparation she went to fetch them. CHAPTER SEVEN Caught from behind, David had to force himself not to struggle as the oversized pacifier was strapped into his mouth. He caught Susan's eye and saw enough there to let him know that it was Jennifer at work and also that this would not be a good time to put up a fight. When the buckles had been tightened to a painful degree he watched the nurse apply the same device to his companion. There was something different about Jennifer but he didn't yet know what. Then she bent over a little to pick up the keys to the pacifier locks and he saw the bulging plastic pants, bisected by the retention belt, under the artificially short uniform. Remembering Susan's comments about Sam and her slaves David guessed that Jennifer was being given a rough time by Sam and that he and Susan were about to bear the brunt of it. Jennifer marched the pair into the house and up the stairs at a pace intended to make them very uncomfortable indeed. David's nipple clamps burned badly and Susan's full diaper caused her much distress by the time they were back in the nursery. David saw some things laid out ready for them but Jennifer applied blindfolds before he recognized anything. Cloaked in darkness the two prisoners listened to the tirade from their nurse. "I hope you both enjoyed your little holiday in the garden because things are about to get more serious. If you think you've been uncomfortable so far, well then let me assure you that you're wrong. In a few hours you'll beg me to be able to go back to what you're experiencing now." She was speaking rapidly. David could tell she was wound up, likely from her own discomfort. "If either of you give me even a second's worth of trouble you'll both pay for it in spades." Jennifer paused to catch her breath. "David, don't you move. Susan, I'm going to clean you up and then put you on the table. Don't you dare try anything!" David stood still in his blind world that contained only the sensations of his soaked diapers, humid plastic pants and the plastic cuffs that hobbled and controlled him. He listened to the now familiar sounds of Susan being hauled into the shower room and roughly cleaned up. Jennifer was obviously on the war path; three times he heard her slap her patient for not cooperating enough. By the time he sensed their return Susan was sobbing softly and Jennifer was breathing hard. David couldn't interpret the sounds of struggle, moans, slaps and squeak of rubber as Jennifer carried out her promise of torture. By the time he sensed that she might be finished with his mate he was intensely curious and had almost forgotten that his turn was coming. The clang of Susan's crib and Jennifer's growl of "Since you like to shit so much we'll see how you like playing with it." Then he felt her behind him, her fingers working at the fastenings of his hood. "This, you gotta see to appreciate," she muttered just before the light blinded him. As his vision cleared David had a difficult time understanding what he was seeing. Susan seemed to be kneeling in her crib, bent over so that her breasts touched the mattress. A pregnant bag of paste hung over her bed and David didn't have to see her face to know that its tube was connected to her feeding gag. It was her arms that gave him the greatest concern. They were drawn back as if handcuffed in the small of her back. But they weren't handcuffed. Instead of the glimmer of chrome steel her arms seemed to disappear into two tubes that were built into the back of her reinforced rubber pants. Jennifer dragged him over. "See that?" she panted, "the panties hold her hands over her ass. Now every time her big hole back there delivers a load of shit she'll feel it with her fingers! Neat, eh? It's intended as a punishment item for institutions." David felt so sad for Susan. The paste was likely laced with a laxative. And by the curve of her back the girl had to be in agony. He heard her whimper and wished he could to something to help her. When Jennifer's grip on his arm tightened he felt his body tense with fear. It was his turn now. Ideas: - a spanking cream: applied to buttocks to give the same results as a spanking but with no visible after effects. - auto-enema: tube from male external cathetre to high colon tube - causes cramping but saves the nurses from having to administer an enema - anti-rash pants: tight rubber pants that have openings for uretha and anus, used on patients with advanced diaper rash: principle is that effluent never touches skin. - Susan's hands bound inside the back of her diaper; intended for use to discourage elderly patients from soiling themselves. - david made to wear external catheter with tube up his ass - susan put into a chastity belt, diaper and fed sex stimulants - downstairs for breakfast? - new laxatives? - behaviour control devices: - erection sensor that dilates anus - moisture censor same thing they are put into these things and then made to watch porn movies - made incontinent through positive reinforcement technique where peeing stimulates his prostate --