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“Oh my god.”
By the time Christina stumbled back into the main room with the bunk beds, every victim had been adjusted in some manner. But it was fairly clear that Christina was the victim of a uniquely humiliating arrangement.
She vaguely remembered being changed into a new diaper, the same ceremony of cannabis cream and boosters before it was firmly secured.
Her hands were becoming numb, taped into a position that disabled her from using them, and her legs were stuck in a wide stance making anything more than a stumbling wobble impossible, especially given whatever other buzzing drugs she was on.
From the dozen victims who were there, the one who first noticed Christina wore a shocked expression on her face as she caught her out of the corner of her eye. She was hardly put together herself, tall heels locked to her feet and a minimal amount of clothing failing to reveal the base of the vibrator that was taped into her cunt. But at least she was granted the dignity of adulthood.
She walked over as quickly as possible, examining her up and down.
“Fuck, are you okay? You were gone longer than the rest of us. Listen, a few of us were all picked up at the same club. We’re going to try and-”
She stopped mid-sentence and looked behind Christina with concern. Warden’s voice projected across the room.
“Let me be perfectly clear. I will only be saying this once.” Her hand came to rest on Christina’s shoulder. “Everybody here has something about them that makes them special, and valuable. Chrissie is a sweet, delicate little girl. She is to be treated appropriately.”
She met the high heeled woman’s gaze, and her tone turned grim. “Do not confuse her with adult language again, meat. Do you understand?”
Meat’s heart began to pound in anger, but she bit her tongue. “Yes.”
Chrissie’s eyes pleadingly looked out at the group. Someone was stripped naked except for a collar and bound on all fours. Another was pulling and tugging at the all latex outfit that climbed up to her neck. Most were in a fairly normal array of outfits that showed off their bodies, but without a subset of erotic specificity.
“We will begin with an educational session, and then breakout rooms before bed,” Warden informed the group.
They were led out of the room, and back towards the lower floor. Thin beams of light spilled in through the cracks in the sealed up windows of the residence. At the top of the landing Warden bent down and picked Chrissie up. She was weak and tired, and small, but still, it instantly betrayed a terrifying degree of upper body strength. She gripped the girl tightly around the waist so the girls diaper pressed into her hip, and her legs wrapped around her body. “Can’t have the little one falling, it’s a long way to walk for such short legs.”
Chrissie hiccuped a fearful lump in her throat and complied with the carry. She hated how her pussy tingled against the soft padding as it was gently bumped against Warden's thigh. The drugs were persistent, warming the skin into tingles that rippled out.
The woman who had been restrained in such a way that forced her to walk on knees and elbows was not granted such a luxury. She was forced to scramble down the stairs, earning herself a few bruises along the way.
The group was led into the room they woke up in, only now it had been converted into a space with a circle of chairs. Chrissie was placed down in one next to Miss. the one on all fours knew better than to try and sit in a seat. Meat looked like she wished she didn’t need to sit in one, the vibrator pressing ever deeper.
Warden stood up and clapped her hands.
“For our first lesson today, we will be talking about People. Would anybody like to be extra good and start us off? What is a Person?”
Each through their own means, shock or punishment, fear or strategy, the victims had collectively decided not to be foolish enough to try and violently insurrect or engage in any significant acts of obedience.
That didn’t stop the only male in the group, a vulnerable exposed lithe man in his late twenties, from turning to the victim next to him. “This is so fucked,” he muttered quietly.
The retribution was swift, a guard jabbed the tazer into his side and he was sobbing on the ground a moment later.
“You will ANSWER the question, or you will remain quiet and polite unless spoken too.”
Chrissie whimpered at the shout, and Miss turned back for an aside. “I’m sorry little one, shh, shh, it’s okay, you’re such a good girl. Such a sweet thing. I’m sorry for raising my voice over the meanie.”
She cleared her throat and continued.
“Now. A response please. What is a Person?”
“I am.. Ma’am. A person is a human. It’s what we are.” Someone mumbled.
“Wrong. A common mistake, and one that I hope for everyone’s sake we will not have to correct in the future. Let’s try again. What is a Person?”
A timid woman covered in medical staples spoke up. “Are you a Person?”
“Good girl, yes! But that wasn’t quite the question I asked. I didn’t ask you for an example of a Person. I asked you to define a Person.”
It was quiet for a while, as nobody seemed willing to speak up.
“A Person is somebody who is in charge of their own life. Someone who shapes their destiny, and the destiny of others. A Person has autonomy. A Person makes decisions. A Person has power. A Person holds the leash. A Person can speak to whomever they want, whenever they want. A Person is a someone. And I know, this may be quite confusing for an awful lot of you, who are so very used to being able to do those things. I know how hard it is to have those difficult memories running through your minds. A Person's memories. But a someone doesn’t find themselves in your positions, now do they? And why, might I ask is that?”
“Because we’re not a someone…” the shellshocked girl covered in latex almost whispered.
“That’s right. For a special treat later, do you want to tell me what you are?”
“A something.” She sniffled.
The air left the room, replaced by a vacuum of disbelief and a single sickening smile.
“Very good. Very, very good~”
Warden gave a glance to a guard, who made sure to write down a note for the latex girls file.
“Now, in our group sessions, I will teach you how to treat the People that you will doubtlessly meet from here on out. Some of those People will be educators and enforcers. Others will be users and borrowers. Most important of all though, Owners. It is vital that you learn these skills, for your own self preservation.”
The lesson continued in the circle, with Miss asking questions of the group and providing basic training on People. How they should be identified, respected, and deferred to on all matters.
“When you’re handed over to your most important Person, they will likely mark you as their own with a collar. This is a great gift. You must be sure to thank them for it and keep it in immaculate condition. There is probably a voice in your mind right now that is saying this is wrong. That is disgusted by the idea of wearing a collar. But you must assassinate that defense mechanism. There are far worse fates than to find an Owner. In fact, I would say that it is the best case scenario. An Owner has a vested stake in your continued survival and wellbeing. To an Owner you are an asset, an expense, maybe even a lover. An Owner, on some level, cares about you. You are important to a Person. What a wonderful gooey feeling that should bring. I’ve even known girls to weep with gratitude when they received a collar, because it meant no more shifts on urinal duty at the bar where they were stationed. But that’s neither here nor there. The point of the matter is this; a collar is a symbol of value, and you would be lucky to receive one.”
She looked out over the group of quiet non-people, and allowed them to absorb the blow to their egos before continuing.
“Now, we’re all going to go around in a circle and talk about the hardest part of being a Person that you remember from your past life. I want details, everyone. Don’t hold back. Dead parents, lost jobs. You’re among peers here. This is your chance for something therapeutic.”
One by one, the group were coerced into telling personal stories. If the Warden felt that something was insincere or false, out came the taser.
“Not for you, little baby. You have something else to focus on.”
A guard produced a bottle with a large rubber nipple, something filled with a cloudy juice, and she handed it to Miss.
“Please, I don’t want to.”
“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, you need to stay nice and hydrated”
“Please don’t drug me-”
One hand gripped onto the back of her head, and the other shoved the nipple into her mouth. “You’re doing so well, so good for me. Don’t make me disrupt this vulnerable moment for everyone just to get a force feeding rig. That wouldn’t be very thoughtful.”
Trembling, and with no other options available, she sucked the tangy drink down.
An hour of rehashed trauma and a good deal of shed tears later, and the group training was complete. Chrissie’s skin was fizzling and her belly full.
Miss announced that it was time for breakout groups, and after something simple and fatty to eat they were all ushered away by various handlers. Of course, Chrissie was stuck with Warden.
Miss began to walk towards a side room. Chrissie’s bowed legs made it difficult to walk. The padding squished in, serving as a constant humiliating reminder that it was present. For better or worse, Miss noticed after a few steps and looked to her with exaggerated disappointment.
“Chrissie. Babies don’t walk. That’s big girl stuff. Do you remember how to crawl sweetie, or do you need Miss to carry you?”
“I can… Crawl…”
“Titles, sweetheart.”
Something else crumbled within her, and she mumbled a reply, grateful that she was even able to talk at all.
“I can crawl, Miss.”
“Good girl.”
Humiliated, she sank to her knees and dull hands. Miss tapped her thigh, and Chrissie knew better than to keep her waiting.
“What is this?”
The room was most empty save for a tv on the wall, a set of puppy pads in the corner, and a plastic playpen with tall sides. The interior of the playpen was filled with stuffies and toys, a rocking horse and foam flooring.
“It’s a playpen, sweetheart! Aunty needs to do her rounds and make sure everyone is being appropriately conditioned. Besides, your new Mommy or Daddy will probably need some alone time every now and then, so it’s good for you to get used to it!”
She opened up a gate on the side using a key and pulled Chrissie inside.
“There you go, baby. Right in here. Don’t get into a fussy mood now sweet girl, you saw what happened with the body in the circle. Wouldn’t you rather earn a gold star than get tasered?”
Trembling, Chrissie gave in, settling onto the foam flooring.
“Good girl~”
She hated how that tone already felt good and rewarding to hear, just a tiny bit. A couple of guards entered the playpen and began working something around her thighs and ankles while Miss continued to talk.
“There you are… I know given the chance you’ll take to crawling so nicely, but for today’s breakout exercise it’s super duper important, so we’re going to have a little encouragement just so you see how nice it feels, how good and tingly.”
Sure enough, her ankles were connected to her upper thighs by short chains, and after a moment she fell back onto her butt. The padding was a blessing, soft squishy protection that made it painless. But now she had another problem, as the inability to move her lower legs made the futile attempts at crossing them to hide her humiliating padding near impossible.
“I’ll be back later sweetpea, I look forward to hearing all about what a good little baby you were.”
Miss flipped on the tv before she left. Bright vibrant swirling light spilled out. Chrissie tried to ignore whatever it was that was playing on principle alone, but it wasn’t easy. The words on the other hand were practically inescapable. Light and melodic, and there was no blocking them out.
Words are for People.
Good babies stay nice and wet for their Mommy.
Good little girls feel needy and tingly.
You love being Mommy’s little princess.
It feels good to let go.
It feels good to let go.
It feels good to let go.
She was particularly upset about those remainders. The bottle had already started working through her, and she was trying to keep it out of her mind.
A few moments after Warden left, a couple of guards entered with a girl on a leash. The floppy ears strapped to her head with a black latex band and the muzzle gag wrapped around her mouth painted a pretty clear picture of her position. Just in case that wasn’t enough though, her legs and arms were bound up in latex sleeves, and a butt plug with a swaying tail was firmly lodged in her ass.
“Look puppy! It’s a little baby! Maybe your new Owner will have a baby too? If you’re really lucky they might let you rut against her at bedtime… you’d like that, wouldn’t you. Diaper humpies. Can’t endorse that kind of behavior here though~”
The puppy whimpered, and Chrissie watched, mortified, as a dribble of slick ran down the puppies legs. Her parts had been locked up in a little cage, and it seemed that they had put the poor desperate thing on drugs that left her absolutely desperate for release.
The noises from the tv ramped up, the same mantras over and over, but there were other sounds too. Curiosity won out, and she snuck a glance. The noises were coming from a girl who was in a startlingly similar predicament to hers.
Hair in pigtails, the girl was nursing from an unseen woman, whimpering and whining. The woman held a hand just above her padding, close enough that the adult women nursing from the breast had something to give her rocking hips stimulation.
Good Girl, Chrissie!
Her gut sank as the screen displayed the diminutive name she had been given by her Warden. The image swirled into a spiral, fluttering into clip after clip of humiliating, degrading, acts.
Good babies stay nice and wet for their Mommy.
Soaking wet and being bounced on a knee.
Words are for People.
Sucking on a pacifier strapped in a cradle.
Good little girls feel needy and tingly.
Squirming in a baby seat with a tight harness digging in.
You love being Mommy’s little princess.
She tore her eyes away from it frantically. Some time had clearly passed.
The guards were mostly focused on the puppy. Her handler was forcing her into some degrading trick where the would splay and present her body. Chrissie crawled over, past the rocking horse.
By now, she really badly had to go. Her bladder was swollen and burning, and she tried to call out to them for help. “I need- let me out! I know there’s a bathroom upstairs or something! I’ll do anything!” The guards didn’t even acknowledge her, but the puppy handler did.
“Tut tut. Now what is your Aunty going to think when she hears that you were trying to convince us you were a Person? Not just that, a grown up! Thank you for reminding me of the importance of healthy urinary routines though! Such a clever little baby. Now why don’t you go back to watching your special tv show while I take care of the puppy, okay?”
She led the creature who was once a woman with a life and a career over to the pads in the corner. The puppy gave one apologetic glance of recognition to the baby, but she was far too busy dealing with her own predicament. Selfishness was a necessary aspect of survival.
The puppy went to squat, only to receive a harsh reprimand.
“Ah ah ah! Leg in the air!”
She whined in humiliation around her gag, but ultimately complied. She was a well trained housebroken animal, even after only a day. That, or she feared the consequences so badly that she didn’t dare see them.
Her piss hit the pad, and as she heard the moan of relief Chrissie could feel herself becoming all the more desperate. More than that, a devilish voice in the back of her head told her that she wanted to feel better. Just a little bit better. It had been such a miserable afternoon and it was like the tv said.
It feels good to let go.
It feels good to let go.
It feels good to let go.
“Please let me, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
Her clit was stiffening as blood rushed between her legs with every desperate clench of her urethra. It was supposed to feel painful and sore to hold her bladder like this but it didn’t, it just felt like a pleasant pressure. Chrissie was hyper aware of the soft inner material of her humiliating diaper. She couldn’t help rocking back ever so slightly into it.
“Hey look, there she goes.” One of them pointed at her and chuckled. She felt her cheeks grow bright red and instantly stopped. Anger and frustration brewed and bubbled. How dare they do this to her. She wanted to escape.
Whatever drugs they’d given her though, made any serious escape attempts right now seem like an insurmountable concept. She was weak and bound in bondage and relaxed and sedated and her body was tingling from top to bottom. Nowhere more than her cannabis slathered, medically altered pussy though, clenching and twitching in the padding.
“Don’t be like that, baby. It’s okay to like this. You know that you want to enjoy it. And you’re stuck here so you might as well get some joy out of it.”
Good babies stay nice and wet for their Mommy.
Hot gushing sprays that she couldn’t hold back any longer filled her padding with a hot wet warmth. The flow was as hard and fast and uncontrolled as her body was capable of. Over the course of those thirty degrading seconds, Chrissie sobbed, then whimpered, then moaned, as her pee ran in squirts that vibrated across her nerves, triggering the erogenous rewiring she’d been given. Before it was even over, her pelvic floor was pulsing in wave after wave of a sticky slick orgasm.
It was unavoidable. If this is how she was going to feel every time she held her bladder and let it all go at once, she was in for an unbearable amount of bliss.
Good little girls feel needy and tingly.
On the screen, a girl in heavy bondage and a puffy princess dress with a large diaper squirmed on her back. She was in a crib, in a room in this very house, a pacifier in her mouth, with her arms shibari’d around a massive teddy bear that she was mindlessly rutting.
The math was simple. The longer she waited to pee, the more her personal boundaries would be eroded when it finally happened.
The puppy’s handler shared a few words with two of the guards, and they stepped into the playpen. Arms on either side of Chrissie, they picked her up. She tried writhing away but it was no use. Her body was too overcome by pleasure. The two of them walked over to the wooden rocking horse, and put her down on it.
An electric tingle buzzed through her crotch as the padding was mashed into it. The taller of the two guards pushed the horse down, and it began to rock back and forth.
“Now you be a good obedient baby and enjoy your padding, just like your mama or papa or caretaker’s gonna want from you.”
There wasn’t enough core strength in the world to keep her upright, and to avoid falling to the ground Chrissie ended up in a sort of slouched position over the rocking horse. Her breasts pressed into its wooden neck and shoulders while her pussy squished into the saddle.
Horsey was facing the screen, of course, and it wasn’t just her padding that was soaking. Her brain too was soaking in, the words burning harsh against her endorphin drenched prefrontal.
Special sayings for good girls
“I love you mommy”
“Please more stickies!”
“No mommy no…”
“ah bababa”
Every time the horsey rocked forward, her nipples rubbed slightly against the wooden form. Every time it rocked backwards, the material pressed against her skin. The doctor had definitely ruined her refractory period, and each subsequent little eruption was worse than the last, spurts of cum making her pee a little more. Spurts of pee making her cum a little more. Both becoming one and the same, a behavior and a reward waltzing together hand in hand.
She wasn’t a stupid baby. Chrissie knew what was happening to her body. They were forcefully inoculating her with some sick rich Person’s fetish so she could become their pleasure object, a perverse gift for the highest bidder. Someone who didn’t just look the part but was exactly as desperate and needy and psychologically broken as they had always dreamed about.
She needed to get out before it was too late. Her body was already changing.
That was the thought that lingered as she came for the sixth time, bladder empty, mind numb from the bright vibrancy of the glowing tv.