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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



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