Phone A Mommy

Chapter 1


I try to get out to the running track a couple of times a week before breakfast. It’s not that I am a fanatic on health or anything but it’s good for the cardio and it keeps the excess pounds from creeping on. I’m not a big guy, only 5’7” and it wouldn’t take much for me to look fat. I’m even small boned, my waist is 27 inches and has been since high school.

I avoided the freshman 15 and now that I’m out of college I have no desire to let it happen now. I tell you all this because it’s important to the story. You see I fit the “type” that they were looking for; mid twenties, male, small in stature but in good shape.

They used a lure that none of us could resist. She too was twenty something, blond hair down over her shoulders with brown eyes, a perfect shape. She wore tiny pink running shorts and a pink tank with the Playboy logo on the stretched breast area that left her flat tummy exposed. Knee high white sox and white sneakers rounded out the look. She was hot. She feigned a limp as she headed to a full size Chevy van, all perfectly designed to grab my attention, and it did.

Diverting from another lap, I gallantly trotted to her side and offered a shoulder to lean on. She was taller than me by 2 inches, I was the right height for a crutch. Her full lips parted into a dazzling smile that captivated me. As she leaned on me I took in her fragrance. It filled me and I was overwhelmed by a sense of Euphoria. I never noticed that the side door on the van slid open of its own accord. We turned as though choreographed into a sitting position on the floor of the van and the arms that grabbed me from behind where so much of a shock I didn’t even yell out.

My damsel in distress quickly grabbed my ankles and helped get me inside so the door could be closed before I recovered. I heard a clunking sound from inside my head that was followed by a blinding pain and then nothing.

When I came to, it was dark. After a moment I realized I was blind folded as I could see light around the edges. I was laying on some kind of rough wood, either a floor or a bench and I was naked. I felt a bit of a chill so I didn’t think anything covered me. I felt something like leather bands attached to my wrists and ankles. As I felt around I realized those bands had a heavy metallic cord attached to wrist bands that extended upward. I sat up and felt around my feet and there too were the same type of cord, though running out along the floor.

I reached up to remove my blind fold and I was pulled upward into a standing, spread eagle position. My head felt like it was torn in two and I almost lost consciousness again. The way my head felt, it would have been better to pass out. I heard the jingle of keys, the sound of a dead bolt and a door open behind me. I tried to turn my head to see around my blindfold but it was no good. I couldn’t see a thing. That incredible fragrance assaulted me again and I pictured the beautiful bait that got me into this.

I was afraid, but slightly aroused. I was never into the bondage thing so it surprised me that I twitched into life at this moment. I felt someone move close behind me, hair, silky and soft, brushed across my shoulder. I calmed myself as best I could and though my voice still trembled, I asked, “what, what is this, what’s going on here?” A finger was rested upon my lips to the sound of my captor saying, “Shhh.” The finger traced its way down across my chest and belly to just above my stiffening penis. I shuttered at the teasing touch. I heard and felt my captor move behind me again. Two hands cupping my ass, then moving forward around my hips.

The door behind me opened again and I detected a new fragrance, just as lovely as the first but different. There was a sloshing sound, like water in a bucket. I heard its contact with the floor and the sound of something being wrung out, the water splashing. The hands remained on my hips as a second captor began washing me from head to toe. I tried desperately to see around my blind fold to no avail. I tried also to speak again. The moment the sound passed my lips, the hands left my side and I felt a stinging blow across my ass.

I yelped with surprise and pain only to feel another blow connect to my back side. I was able to stifle my cry and was rewarded with a continuation of my sponge bath. Lesson number one, no speaking. Lesson number two, there is only one warning to learn a lesson. This situation required paying attention. I resolved myself to not letting fear get the best of me. I didn’t know what they had planned for me or how I was going to get out of this, but I would try my best not to give them cause to harm me.

The bath was completed and I heard one of them leave with the bucket. The one that remained dried me off with a soft cloth. It didn’t feel like the terry fabric of a regular towel. The other fragrance returned and my genitalia and ass were treated to a coating of something thick and almost sticky. This was followed by something soft pulled up between my legs and attached at my sides like a diaper. My blind fold was removed but before my eyes adjusted to the light they exited to room, closed and locked the door.

When I could finally see, I took in the room. It was stone walls like a basement, rafters and wood floor above. The floor beneath me too was wooden and I saw now that I indeed was wearing a diaper. By the looks of it, it was an actual baby diaper too only it was large enough to fit me. I had know idea they made them this big. Even though I had nothing to do with being forced into this situation, I still felt shame.

I flashed back to when I was six years old and my mother’s drunken boyfriend discovered I still wore a diaper to bed. His ridicule, sneering at me and laughing, asking when I was going to grow up and stop being such a baby. Never with in earshot of my mother of course. The anguish I felt rising up in me now as I had as much control over that situation as I did this one. Almost breaking into tears, I slowly got a hold of myself. Breaking down now was not going to help me.

Think, what did I know about what was happening. Well, for starters they kept me blindfolded after I saw one of them. Why would they do that? It could only be to ensure control at the start. It worked too, I didn’t even try and fight them. It wouldn’t have done much good to fight, there being no give in my restraints yet it never occurred to me to resist while blind folded.

As I had seen one of them, I could assume that they are not going to release me. I would need to escape. That wouldn’t be possible until they trusted me. They would see through me if I fully complied from the start so I needed to resist them for a while. How much and how long I would have to determine based on their reaction and my tolerance for pain.

My stomach started to growl which gave me a clue as to how long I had been a captive. I can usually go about 18 hours with out food before it starts to make noise. Last time I ate was around eight p.m. the night before this happened so it was sometime after two in the afternoon. They must have used some kind of drug to keep me out that long. It also explains the sponge bath. After all the coffee I had early this morning, I doubt I was out that long with out wetting myself. Maybe that was the reason for the diaper as well.

I suddenly realized how quiet it was. No sound at all. I tried to take in more of the room behind me but the restraints made that difficult. I tilted my head back to see that the cords went up to pulleys and then extended back towards the door but almost passed out with the effort and quit. This also caused another grumble from my empty stomach and it seemed so loud in all the silence.

I thought about calling out and decided to wait. I could probably withstand more physical punishment, but what if they withheld food and water? I couldn’t live with out that. Wait and see.

It was impossible to gauge the passage of time by the insistent growls of my stomach. The ache in my bladder was no help either. Standing there, arms outstretched I wondered if they would be back at all. Again and again I surveyed my little cell. It was about 10 feet square and seemingly too tall to be an old basement. I estimated the ceiling height to be at least 10 feet as well. This might have been an old warehouse, though the stone walls made me think old barn maybe. The time that I was out would have allowed for enough travel time to be almost anywhere in the surrounding country side.

Finally, I heard some sound. It was distant yet with in the building. It was kind of a hum and creaking sound. It ended with a jolt and I put it together; freight elevator. I heard the sound of wheels on hardwood and foot falls. It stopped at a distance I heard the jingle of keys in a lock, but not my door. The distant door was opened and I heard the familiar, “Shhh.” So I wasn’t alone. Thinking back I realized that there were reports of missing young men, all in there twenties. I didn’t give it much thought at the time, didn’t really listen. It was all things that happen to other people. How many was it? Enough to make it news worthy, five? Six maybe?

Listen, if I was the last in, I might hear how many doors open before they get to me. I tried to block out the nagging ache in my bladder in favor of concentration on the sounds. Was that a moan? A soft muffled tearing sound, the water sloshing and the long slow pour sound of something being wrung out. That was all my bladder needed to betray me. Slowly, fighting it the whole time, I wet the diaper I was wearing. As that ache receded, I became acutely aware of the other soreness and pain being strung up like this was causing.

Through other muffled little sounds I heard a laugh. It was distinctly feminine and deeply cruel. Even from a distance it registered derision and distain. It made me feel shame, standing there in my wet diaper even though she wasn’t in the room. The next sounds I heard were the hard slapping sounds of punishment and then muffled tears. There was a scraping sound as though something was being dragged across wood followed by the creak of un-oiled pulleys.

I heard closer to me the movement of wheels and foot falls, then the creak of pulleys. Another jingling of the keys was followed by a door opening, still not the door to my room. I was one of at least three and maybe more. My stomach growled again and I hoped that food was coming along with the next round of bathing. This however gave rise to another unpleasant thought. As bad as it was to have to wet a diaper, it was unimaginable to have to use it for more than that. I focused my attention on the sounds that now where closer. Was there whispering? So hard to tell. I heard a door close and lock. In the closer room I heard a dull thudding sound, like muffled slaps. Putting it together I concluded that the punishment this time was administered while still diapered. It must have been for the purpose of humiliation as it wouldn’t have hurt very much.

Just what was there game? So far I could detect only two captors, both I thought were female. One for sure, had all the attributes of a sexy lingerie model. The other was at this point unknown. What could make a beautiful woman do this? Weren’t there enough men out there who would willingly submit to anything they would ask? It all came clear at that moment. The excitement must come from the lack of willing submission. I heard some more whispers and a muffled sobbing. Following that where several hard slaps on bare skin. I heard the water dripping through out this and then the scrap again. They must allow us to sit after our cleansing. I look forward to that too.

As they were closer, this time I heard addition sounds, like the clicking of metal connections before the sound of the pulleys again. I heard the sloshing of the bucket water again and then the movement of the wheels to right outside my door. The keys jingled and my door was opened. Turning as best I could I saw the girl from the track enter with a bucket. Her smile, still dazzling, never wavered. She set the bucket down next to me and put her hands on my diaper. She cupped my ass, squeezing to feel if there was anything deposited there, then grabbed the front to feel the heavy wetness inside. The whole time, looking directly into my eyes, with that same smile.

I took in a breath to speak and her finger moved quickly to my lips. She rested it gently there and shook her head slowly from side to side. I thought better of it and exhaled. As she unfastened the diaper I looked up at the bare bulb that lit the room, not wanting to watch her change me like an infant. As she proceeded I realized we were no longer alone and turned to see a raven haired woman in her late 30’s of indescribable beauty.
To say full lips didn’t do them justice. To tell you of piercing green eyes wasn’t even a beginning as the flecks of gold in them caught the light and mesmerized me. She wore a silky aquamarine halter top barely containing her exquisite breasts and a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her like they were a man who knew a good thing when he saw it. It was as if she was beyond mortal.

Standing there naked as the blond one washed me I quickly rose to attention at the mere site of her. The look on her face read amused distain as though she was looking at something with only potential value but none as of now. As the blond slathered my genitals and ass with Vaseline this other one moved closer to me and whispered, “There are no second warnings, you must always obey or you will be disposed of in a most unpleasant manner.”

The blond put another diaper on me and then attached another set of cords to my wrist restraints. I heard sound of a chair being pulled up behind me. Looking down I noticed the cords wound under the chair. As the cords that held me up started to slacken, the second set pulled downward at the same pace until I was lowered into a sitting position with my hands held firmly in my lap. A tray was attached to the arms of the chair, like a child’s high chair further pinning me to it. As I could see both woman I realized there were more involved in this than the two of them.

I heard another one come through the door and turned to see a younger carbon copy of the older woman. She was breath taking as her youth added a glow to her beauty. She placed a bib around my neck and proceeded to feed me. She didn’t speak, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes as to her high level of amusement at my position. The blond and the, I guessed mother to the young one, left and I listened as they repeated this again in yet another room.

I wasn’t exactly sure what was being spoon fed to me as it was all pureed. A combination of vegetables and some kind of ground meat, maybe chicken, it was difficult to tell even with out any kind of seasoning. I would have attempted some kind of communication with this girl had it not been for the look in her eye of pure enjoyment. It made me feel very small. I turn as I heard several slaps on bare flesh and a spoon full of food ended up mashed against my cheek. It was at this point I heard the cruel laugh again. It was from this young beauty.

She finished feeding me and wiped my face with the bib. She removed the bib and then set up an I.V. stand next to me. She hung a bottle of water on it and let a tube that led from it dangle near my mouth. I used my tongue to pull it into my mouth and greedily drank. She left me like this locking the door after her. From the sounds in the next room, she continued the feeding process there as well.

Even though the position was not at all comfortable, I was so happy to be sitting down at least. My arms and wrists especially were relieved. The respite was to be short lived. After the sounds from the other room died down I heard pulleys creaking and chairs being dragged across the floor.
The raven haired beauty, the elder returned to my room and stood in front of me. I sat staring up at her feeling like she was twenty feet tall. There was a smirk on her face as though some great amusement was about to happen. She detached the tray in front of me and nodded toward the door way. The pulleys creaked and once again I was spread eagle. She paced about me, touching me here and there, her warm hand on my cool skin making me shutter. She cupped my package through the front of the diaper and gave it a light squeeze. If she were please with the quick response she received, she didn’t let on. Behind me she placed her hands on my ass, her splayed fingers tracing just beyond the edge of the diaper. More than anything it reminded me what I was wearing, the shame of my situation. I felt the blush rise on my body to my face. I felt more than heard the stifled laugh this cause in her. With a carefully aimed swat on my diapered bottom she left the room dragging the chair with her. The door secured, the pulleys creaked and I was given enough slack to lie down, or hang myself.

I heard footfalls and wheels, general clean up from feeding time at the zoo, all moving off to a distance. The crash of doors pulled shut on a freight elevator and then the hum of its operation and it bumped and grinded its way either up or down. Even that sound drifted into nothingness and all was deathly silent. I found I could now reach the door and try to see past it beyond its edges. Before I was able to register anything through the narrow slot I was plunged into utter blackness. Both inside this room and in the hall the lights were extinguished. The dark was palpable as I could not see my hand in front of my face.

I took this as a sign that we were all alone and decided to call out to the other captives. I didn’t think we could be heard here as I could detect no sound from our tormentors. “Can anyone hear me?” I said in full voice. “Damn it!” I heard from one of the other rooms. Then another voice, “Don’t mind him, we all just hope the new ones will remain quiet. So you know, if any of us speaks, we all get beaten. They must have microphones down here. We have a 2 minutes before they come back and beat us.” “Well, shit, I’m sorry they don’t really lay out the rules very well. How long have you been here?” The one who said damn it spoke up again, “What was the date when they captured you?” I said, “Um, the 14th, today is the 14th.” “The 14th of what?” he responded and it dawned on me that at least he had been here longer than a month. “It’s May 14th, 2007,” I said and I heard the anguish in his reply, “I was their first, it’s been almost a year…” The one I didn’t hear from yet was crying softly and then the lights came back on and I heard the elevator.

“Try your best not to cry out.” One of them said and then nothing, just the long wait for the inevitable. Not enough answers in such a short time. This keeping us from speaking was a good idea. It certainly gave them the advantage. I began to sweat, even though I was cold. I doubted a few slaps was all I was going to get as my first punishment. Maybe my compatriots would fair better as not being the cause for this breach of the rules.

Room by room I heard the result of my misdeed. I was saved for last to allow the fear to build. The sound from each of the other three rooms was different, as the means of torture changed one to the next. From what sounded like a hand slapping bare flesh to wood doing the same. Finally there came a sound so soft and muffled as to hardly be noticeable, yet the resultant screams sent a chill through me that caused me to urinate. I could only imagine what would make a man scream like that and it involved the most precious part of him.

The screams died away and there was silence. I detected a presence outside my door and I assumed the position in the middle of the room so as not to get caught up in the cords as they were pulled taut. Slowly the pulleys creaked as the keys jingled in the lock. I started to shiver in anticipation of what was to come. I closed my eyes thinking it would be better if I didn’t see it coming. A warm body pressed against my back and I detected the fragrance of the blond again. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed the front of the diaper I had wet. She whispered in my ear, “So soon?” I was deeply ashamed yet aroused. The warmth of her body against mine was calming. I relaxed a bit and opened my eyes. I watched as she pulled the tapes from the diaper and pulled it back through my legs.

I longed for her to come back and embrace me again. What I got was a sharp slap to my bare ass. It was the younger one. I turned to look at her slightly and what I saw frightened me more than anything had yet. The look of pleasure on her face as she launch another slap at my behind was as though she were experiencing an orgasm through her effort. This one was very dangerous. The stinging slaps went on and on. Alternating cheek to cheek, she would lull you into the rhythm then change it up. I was at my breaking point as tears welled into my eyes, the first one broke free and rolled down my cheek. She stopped and stared at me with a look of satiated lust.

She left and her mother entered. She was carrying a wooden paddle about 18 inches long plus the handle. My mind jumped to scenes from Frat movies I have seen where the pledges are subjected to repeated swats as they ask for more. I started to hyperventilate as the thought of that paddle making contact with the all too sore skin on my back side. She didn’t notice or didn’t care as she swung it in an arch making a blazing contact with both sides of my vertical smile. All the air rushed out of me, soundlessly and as I tried to replace it the second blow shocked my system and I simply lost consciousness. The pain in both shoulders brought me back to wakefulness as I realized my legs were not supporting my weight. Breathing deeply, attempting to my legs do their job, I heard a faint whisper, “ Did you kill another one?”

I don’t know how long I was out, but from the searing pain I was in, the paddling continued with out me. The elder and younger clones stood before me as I opened my eyes and I saw the next implement of torture, twitching in the young ones hand. It was a riding crop, long and flexible with a two inch wide leather flap at the end. She made little gestures with it as though warming up. She had that same glint in her eye as before. She looked at her mother as if to say, “A little privacy, please.” She did go, with a bemused smirk on her face and I heard the door close as well. I had turned to see her go so I did not see the first hit coming. With practiced precision, she brought the crop up into my scrotum with near deadly force. The scream that escaped me sounded as if it came from far away. This was followed by a second scream as the pain jumped to the pit of my stomach. My eyes were closed but I heard this young one moan.
The crop flipped upward again making contact and sending another shock wave of pain through out me. There was a momentary respite as she unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and plunged her hand down into her self. The crop struck again and as I screamed I watched her bring herself to orgasm, probably not the first of the evening. Both our faces were red and our breathing labored only for very different reasons.

As I tried to breath through my pain I noticed her smile. She smiled at me with all the warmth and tenderness you would expect from a lover. It was vile in this context. As she passed by me to leave she whipped the crop across my ass twice in rapid succession and laughed as I yelped. The door opened and the blond entered as the young one left. She gently slathered me front and back with some kind of cream and secured another diaper around my waist. I looked at the diaper for the first time as she attached the tape on each side. It was obviously a baby diaper as it had some kind cartoons across the front. It was stretchy at the sides but still seemed a little larger than I would have expected. Never having had kids, I guess I never paid attention to what size they made them.

Something interesting happened then, the blond reached up and put her hand on the side of my face. She used her thumb to wipe away a remaining tear that had escaped my eye. We stood there looking at each other for a moment, the same unwavering smile on her face. Her full lips framing sparkling white teeth and those warm chestnut brown eyes twinkling made me feel normal for just a moment. She slowly withdrew her hand and proceeded out the door. I heard the keys secure the lock and then there was a slow release of the tension on the cords that held me upright. I sank to the floor and wept. Curled in a fetal position, I thought of the pain I caused others, the pain I felt, the humiliation and then the very brief moment of kindness. That made me weep even harder.

Chapter 2

Agent Demarco rifled through her desk looking for the plane ticket she received the day before. She knew she should just calm down and it would come to her. The excitement of her first field assignment was getting the best of her and she employed some calming techniques she had learned in her second year at Quantico. “We can teach you everything you need to know, but we can’t teach instinct. If you’re not calm you will never trust your instincts,” the words of her favorite teacher echoing through her head.

As she sat back to calm herself she realized that she decided it was better to put the ticket in the inside pocket of her blue blazer instead of her desk, She got up and pulled it off the coat tree near her desk and found it there. Some agent, almost blew her first assignment because of a missed flight. She grabbed her valise and her overnight bag and headed out of the office. Special agent Marx was waiting for her in the navy blue Suburban, trade mark of the Bureau. His job was to hand hold her to the gate and go over any last minute details.

She got in saying, “Sorry Bill.” “No problem, we’ve got time,” and he drove off at break neck speed belying what he just said. Marx liked Maria Demarco, she was sharp, dedicated and had what it takes, even if she was too pretty. Even the plain blue pants suit couldn’t detract from that. She certainly got your attention and had wit to keep it. He decided he better get down to business before his thoughts go further, “Facts of the case?”

She thought to herself, ‘Good old Bill, right to business.’ “In the last eighteen months, the Madison Wisconsin area has seen the disappearances of 6 males, all in their 20’s. In addition they all share similar physical characteristics. Height between 5’4” and 5’7” weight around 130.”

“What does that tell us?” Bill asked. “The perp. chooses victims easily overpowered and controlled. Could be a male also small of stature, or a woman.” Bill raised an eyebrow, “likely hood of a female serial killer?” “Close enough to zero for most to rule that out, however as I put forward the suggestion, they assigned me this case,” she said with satisfaction. “That and you are ready,” Bill added. She tried to play this cool but couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.

As he so enjoyed that smile he asked, “Any other lines of thinking on this?” She caught his meaning and her eyes twinkled a bit, “You mean the rogue jockey cult recruiting new members? Easily dismissed, horse racing is illegal in Wisconsin.” They both laughed.

As Bill zig zagged his way through traffic he noticed her grabbing the hand hold above the door and try to step on the imaginary passenger side brake. “You nervous?” he asked smiling. “No, I’m fine,” she said with a far away look. Bill realized that his showing off behind the wheel was the wrong thing to do to Maria and he backed off a little. It was too late though, she was already thinking of her brother.

Four years earlier, just as Maria started at Quantico, her parents and younger brother were in a traffic accident. Her parents didn’t survive and her brother, Anthony was in a coma for almost three years. She didn’t let any of it affect her goal to become an agent even though she refused to institutionalize her brother. Round the clock care and spending every waking moment not in a class room at his bedside. She learned by teaching to her comatose brother as if he were awake all the lessons of the day. Fourteen months ago he came out of the coma, but it was like starting all over again with an infant. Undaunted, she took up the challenge and like a single mother she cares for him with the help of a nanny rather than a nurse so it feels more like growing up again rather than rehab.

“Agent Demarco?” “I’m sorry, what?” snapping out of it. Bill said, “I asked if you were alright?” She smiled to show she was back on the job, “Yes, I was just thinking I should call home again and check on things. This is the first time I’ll be away for a few days.” Bill asked, “Do you trust her?” “The nanny, of course, she’s really dedicated to the program.” “You could show that by not calling,” he said.

She nodded and said, “Back to the case?” “Good idea,” he said, “latest victim?” Maria accessed her memory like a theater, trotting the next set of facts across the stage in her mind. “Ronnie Seldon, 25 and at 5’7” the tallest of the victims so for…” Bill interjected, “Meaning?” “Meaning the perp. is getting more comfortable with process. Though I believe physical size is still a factor in the victims chosen, it’s less of a factor as far as risk to the perp. This is also why I believe a woman, or actually women should be the subjects of our investigation.”

“And that is?” Bill asked. “All the victims match fairly similar physical descriptions and none of them were known to be gay. The all were physically fit and if attacked would have been able to either fight or flee with some degree of success, yet there are no reports of near abductions. No one has gotten away… To me that says lure and the best lure for a mid twenties straight male is a mid twenties attractive female, with at least one partner.” She added.

“A partner, well if we are going to throw the profiling book out the window, please continue,” he chided. Not at all tripped up by his sarcasm she continued, “All the victims were last seen or were reported to be at some athletic venue, a running track, a hiking trail etc., and had to be drawn toward a means to get them out of there, a vehicle of some kind. Some of these were very public locations and witnesses would have seen someone carrying or dragging a body. So you can lure him in but when you try to disable him, he may fight back and statistically win 25% of the time, yet again no near abductions. To me that says partner.”

They entered the concentric circles of the airport and pulled in at the drop off area. Bill said, “Hey look, I know you are worried about your brother, I’ll look in on them for you, ok?” “You just keep your pause off the hot nanny!” she scolded. “Alright, alright, but she is something I gotta say…” “What she is, is a god send and don’t you dare scare her away!” she scolded again. “Look but don’t touch, got it,” he said as she got out. He watched her walk into the terminal with out even a glance back his way. Disappointment crossed his face as he stared at the doors for a bit before heading back to the office.

Standing just inside the tinted glass of the Airport lobby, Maria noticed the disappointed look on Bill’s face. She wondered if she started something there that she couldn’t finish. Her focus was divided by two things and she felt she could maintain so long as there was no other. Her brothers recovery and her job were all she felt she could manage. Still, she kind of liked Bill. She let thoughts of a real relationship tease her all the way through pre-boarding.

Chapter 3

Exhaustion racked my body as the cords pulled me to the spread eagle position. Finding no comfort on the hard wooden floor I lay awake most of the time they left me since my torture. Finally succumbing to a fitful few moments of dozing only to be awakened by the light from the bare bulb hanging from the center rafter above me. Stretched out now, I realized he should have taken a moment while there was slack in the cords to pee in the corner. I twitch as he thought of what torture that would have brought me.

I stood there with only the nagging of my bladder to keep me company and listened to the routine that was played out through sound, in the other rooms. All the sounds of the feeding time the previous day were repeated and I thanked god there were no sounds of punishment or torture. I still felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.

The jingling of keys preceded the opening of my door and I detected the fragrance of the blond. She enveloped me from behind in a warm embrace that was like heaven. Her hands found the front of the diaper and she whispered, “It’s time to pee baby, just let go.” Her warmth and a desperate need combined to release my water with out consent and she uttered a low moan of satisfaction as I soaked the diaper.

One of her hands moved to the seat of the diaper and she started to gently massage my anus through the diaper. Whispering again, “How about number two, can you go poop for me? “ The humiliation of the moment was entirely too much for me and my eyes welled up with tears. Even though I did not have to go at this moment I knew there would come a time soon that I would actually have to mess himself in front of one of these tormentors and it was mortifying. “It’s ok baby,” she whispered, “we’ll try again later.” She proceeded with the cleansing ritual as before. The younger beauty arrived with the sound of the chair dragging to a position behind me and once again I was pulled down on to it.

I couldn’t look at the girl feeding me for fear of the curses I thought, erupting from me out loud and earning me further torture. She seemed to relish the opportunity to try and get me to look at her only to laugh as I turned away. I had never known anyone to possess such sadism and I felt a chill each time she showed her pleasure at my discomfort. When she finished feeding me she set up another bottle of water and let me drink. She whispered in my ear as I greedily drank, “You should have filled your diaper this morning, when you do it later, I am going to get to play with you.” And she left him sitting with that thought, locking the door behind her.

I had no idea what that meant. How does one “play” with some one who has soiled themselves, and why? Clearly there were issues about the young ones sanity. Not that I felt the other two had any better a grasp on reality, but this one was dangerous crazy.

I started to try and get a feel for the restraints that bound my wrists. Small padlocks both attached the cords to the wristbands and held the wristbands together. They were leather and the connectors were metal riveted through the leather. The only thing I knew about leather was it stretches when it’s wet. There wasn’t much I could do at the moment since the tray made it impossible to do anything but maybe if given the opportunity, I could get the leather wet enough to slide the wrist and ankle cuffs off. Once the door was opened I could over power the girls and make my escape.

The time past and I started to doze. I was awakened by the sound of the bolt unlocking on my door. The blond entered and removed the tray. She nodded toward the door and I was hauled up into the spread eagle position. I looked into her eyes and though I detected some sadness there. She moved behind me and again started to message my anus through the diaper. She whispered, “It’s time to poop now baby.” The stimulation she was providing worked to make me bowels start to move. It had been several days since my last and this was going to be both large and firm. As I started to cramp up she wrapped her arms around me and started to message my belly. There was no stopping it now and I deposited a large log into the diaper. Red faced and panting, the shame consumed me. She hugged me and whispered, “Good boy,” and she left.

Moments later I heard some one enter and turned to see the young one carrying a leather paddle. She sidled up to me and put her hand on my bulging ass. She patted it a couple of times and laughed. She whispered to me, “Naughty baby’s got poopy pants and it’s time to pay.” She used the paddle across my diapered butt for ten minutes. She never swung it all that hard, this was all for the sake of humiliation. I broke worse than when I was in pain and sobbed to myself. My tears gave her shutters of joy and she dropped the paddle and moved in close to me. Her hand on my ass she whispered, “What’s wrong baby, you don’t like having poopy pants? You’re such a naughty, dirty little boy, I thought you would enjoy this,” emphasizing her teasing with a kneading of the lump in the diaper.

I felt so small, so impotent, so humiliated and filled with frustration that I could not speak. I wanted the chance at least to reason with them, ask them why. I’ve surfed the net enough to know that there were men who would pay for this, why do it to some one who hates it?!? I realized that that was what made it exciting for them. Knowing your victim is enjoying what you do maybe takes away the sexual thrill.

The door opened again and the older one walked in. “That’s enough,” she said out loud which made me jump. The young one laughed and the other said, again speaking out loud, “Just feed him already.” Her smile never wavering, she nodded toward the door and pushed me onto the chair as the cables where both slackened and tightened. She locked the tray in place and went out, returning with two stools. Again she went out and returned with a plate of food. The older one sat and watched the younger one feed me for a bit then she spoke to me.

“You’ve complied with the silence rule well enough and you’ve taken your punishments well too. As a reward you may speak for a moment.” I immediately asked, “Why?” She smiled, they both did. “Well, aside from the obvious pleasure, there is the profit. Once fully trained you will be sold.” “What? Sold? How do you mean…?” I stammered in confusion.

“You don’t think we are the only women who enjoy our toys? We have many buyers waiting for our products, waiting for you to be ready,” she said with avarice. “But it’s not right…” I said weakly. She laughed, “Yes I know, however it is just. Women are bought and sold every day, have been for thousands of years. Drawn in by promises of better lives, better jobs, not something as pathetic as a hard dick. You were easy to capture because you have a penis and you are ruled by it. You are easy to torture because you have balls. The very things that make you all have such a sense of superiority over women make you all so vulnerable to us. Those of us who have figured that out have decided to utilize it, for both pleasure and profit.” She gestured to the younger one, “We each enjoy the dispensation of discipline. And she, “ referring to the blond as she entered, “enjoys the humiliation she causes in your regression. All part of breaking you, getting you ready for sale. Though that will take much longer, it’s good you know, you no longer are a person.”

Chapter 4

“Bon Jour Agent Marx,” her slight French accent softened ever syllable. Noami was the perfect nanny. She was a delicious 21 year old from Quebec with a dancers body. Perfect round little behind, though her breast were too large for ballet, she had sparkling blue eyes that seemed to pulse with electricity as she spoke to you. Her face was cute, sweet really framed by shoulder length blond hair with a bit of natural curl in it.

“Bon Jour, Noami,” he replied, “How is everything going here today?” he had walked in on Noami helping Anthony to exercise. It was a bit surreal, watching a 19 year old male move in the same manner as an infant as Noami guided him. “He was a bit fussy this morning, I think he knew she was going.”

Bill marveled at the efficiency of Noami’s ministrations. How she worked each appendage to ensure no muscle would atrophy, while coaxing him to move on his own to relearn the movements. Noami explained how each stage of development took twice as long since his strength was the same as a child’s, his weight was that of an adult. Coordination could only start after strength was built up.

Bill saw that all was well in hand here and asked if there was anything they needed for him to bring tomorrow. “There is a shopping list on the kitchen table, if you could pick up the things on it, I would appreciate it very much,” Noami said. Bill said his good byes and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed the list and headed out. Once in the car he looked it over and much to his chagrin he realized there were several stops he needed to make. He could do some of it on his way home and pick up the rest tomorrow.

He picked up his sell phone and pressed the speed dial. “Agent Demarco,” She answered her phone. “Hey Maria, it’s Bill.” “Agent Marx, what’s the word,” she responded, all business. He knew she was probably in the field office in Madison. “Nothing about the case, just wanted to let you know I looked in on Anthony and Noami,“ he told her. “How is everything there?”

“Well to be honest, the thinking here is much more liberal than at home. They had no problem working with in the theory that this is a woman or women and we’ve worked up some profiles. The next step is to circulate the description and hope for a hit. Um, how was everything at home?” she asked.

“They are great, Noami is terrific at her job and Anthony is happy,” he told her. “I know what you think of Noami,” she said kidding him a bit, “Just so long as you behave around her.” “She’s a tad young for me and besides, she only has eyes for Anthony,” he said reassuring her.
They talked a bit more about the case and what the plan was to get the word out regarding her theory. Bill was glad they had not only accepted her but were enthusiastic. He knew this was an up hill battle and with out a break there was little that could really be done.