THE HOUSE OF MARIANNE. 

Marianne looked at her watch; he was late. Agitated, she stamped her foot in
anger. The cat squealed, leaving its long awaited supper and bolted through
the flap.
Mother looked up from her sowing; alarmed by her daughter's temper. 
"Calm yourself dear, he really isn't worth getting upset over." 
"Maybe not Mother," the 22 year old blond replied hotly.  "But he is part
of this family and I won't have him riding roughshod over every decision I
make." Elsie Armstrong put her mending to one side and went to her daughter,
circling her slim shoulders with an arm.
"Why take it out on the cat?" She whispered, pointing at the half finished
bowl of food.
"Why not take it out on him?" 
"Eh!" Marianne frowned, tossing her long blond hair out of her eyes."
What are you talking about Mother?" 
"I'm talking about being in charge Marianne, really in charge." 
"What!" She exclaimed."
You mean exerting some sort of discipline?" 
"Exactly!" Elsie laughed."
Why do you think that Daniel respects me?" It was Marianne's turn to laugh. 
"Go on, surprise me." 
"Because he is frightened of me, that's why! Your Hotshot City Financier
Husband is frightened of this frail old woman. Just like your father was.
Remember I never had any problem with your father because if he stepped out
of line, I came down on him like a ton of bricks." Marianne looked pensive.
"Daddy was a drip. . ." 
"Maybe," interrupted her mother."
But he was an obedient and faithful drip, and I loved him. He was no
different from Daniel. You have said yourself that Daniel is a bit of a
drip in the past. Anyway, all men are the same; big babies."
"Needing a firm and strong Mummy?" Marianne eyes shone with fresh interest
now.
"Exactly!" , cried Elsie, slapping her daughter on the back."
Did you know that I used to treat your father like a child?" Elsie pulled
away and whispered secretly at her daughter. Marianne stood transfixed;
listening to the surprise news intently.
"When he was naughty, I would take him up to the bedroom, undress him and
spank him on the bottom. Then, to make him feel like a real little boy, I
would pin a baby nappy on him and put him to bed. At night he would suckle
at my titties. . ."
"He let you do all that!" Marianne was amazed but excited at the same time.
"Of course, he secretly wanted me to do all that, and more. . ." 
"What do you mean 'more'?" 
"He was never late from the office," her mother ignored the question."
Always polite to my friends; in fact, the perfect husband." 
"So what do I say? Daniel, get upstairs, I want to spank your bum and then
put a nappy on you?" Marianne went to the drinks cupboard and poured two
glasses of sherry. Mother and Daughter sat on the sofa, facing each other.
"Don't be silly," Elsie laughed."
It takes a long time and it always starts in bed. That is, WITH SEX." 
"Don't stop there Mum," Marianne said intently."
Please ! Tell me more!" 
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Marianne laid her plans carefully over the next few weeks and withdrew all
sexual favours from her husband. He didn't appear particularly disturbed to
start with but as time went by became more and more frustrated and started
rowing with her.
Four weeks after the initial talk with her Mother, Marianne got a letter
from her sister, Trudi, begging to be allowed to send Wade, her sixteen
year old son to live in England. After a lot of deliberation, Marianne
decided to continue with her plans, realising that Daniel will have to
learn to accept that other people know he is a Baby. Time was right to put
the second stage of her scheme into effect.
That same evening, as she was undressing, Daniel emerged from the bathroom
and scowled at her.
"I suppose you have got another headache tonight," He climbed into bed and
picked up his monthly copy of Fortune, turning his back on Marianne's hurt
expression.
"No," she said patiently."I was rather hoping that you would like to play a
little game." He turned
to see a wry smile on her face. Her bra fell away, releasing her finest
attributes. Daniel's interest rose, letting his eyes rest on her breasts.
"Game?" 
Marianne played with her "game" and let her gown open. His eyes gazed at
her large breasts as she dangled them in front of his face.
"What exactly do you have in mind, Marianne?" 
"Look under the pillow Darling." She said mysteriously. He did and pulled
out four folded nylon cords. His expression lit up with excitement."
I would like to play a little bondage game with you. Are you inclined to
be tied up Darling?"
"Sounds like fun," he beamed."
Where do we start?" 
"Well, you can take off those pyjamas for a start" . . . 
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Marianne looked down at her handiwork. Her naked husband was spread eagled
on the bed with all four limbs securely tied to the four corners. His penis
was straining in the air, even with his disappointment at seeing her dressed
in an unattractive housecoat.
"Now my Darling, you are in my clutches. How do you like that?" 
"So what happens now," he grinned up at her.
"You are now helpless, Daniel, helpless like a Baby, and you are completely
at my mercy." Daniel yelped with unadulterated lust.
"I like the thought of being at your mercy." He giggled at his joke and
suggestively thrust his hips in the air.
"I have another surprise for you." Marianne said, moving to the end of
the bed. Slowly, she unzipped the housecoat and let it fall off her
shoulders. The colour almost totally drained out of Daniel's face before
coming back strongly. Marianne had equipped herself from head to toe with
a nurse's uniform. A red short sleeved tunic followed her shapely curves,
stopping appealingly above the knee. Over that she was wearing a bibbed
white rubber apron, complete with Chest Watch! She pulled up her hem,
showing him the white stockings and the suspenders that she was wearing
underneath.
"You like it?" She pinned the starched cap on and pulled on a pair of thin
disposable rubber gloves, completely creating the 'Nurse Image' that she
so hoped would appeal to him.
"I think that you look fantastic, quite brilliant Darling." Daniel said
hoarsely. His penis was straining in the air now, fully erect. The sticky
discharge at the tip was not lost on Marianne who was thrilled at his
evident excitement to this bizarre twist in their love life.
She knelt on the bed and took his penis gently in her hands. 
"What a big Wee-Wee you've got Baby." Marianne cooed, feeling his ardour
transmit itself down the shaft. She put the tip in her mouth, something
that she had never done before. The semen at the tip tasted salty and she
quietly gagged but carried on, determined to create that 'special' mood that
she knew was so important to him.
Daniel was in seventh heaven when Marianne pushed a hand under his bottom
and probed for his anus. She has already lubricated a rubber coated finger
that nudged against her husband's tight rosebud.
"Now, you are going to get Nurse's special treatment, you lucky Baby" . . .
Again, that reference to infancy and it was not lost on Daniel who was
strangely thrilled whenever he heard the word mentioned. Marianne's finger
surged onwards, penetrating the door to his most secret of places! He
cried out with pleasure as her digit found his prostrate and started a
massage. Round and round it went, Daniel moved his hips in unison with her
finger.
"Oh Baby, you really are enjoying this, aren't you?" 
It was not really a question, she knew that he was over the moon with
his 'treatment' and she decided to bring her plan forward. She felt his
orgasm arrive and aimed his penis down onto his belly. Daniel cried out
as his climax exploded across his body, his hot semen copiously spewing
out across his stomach and chest.
"There, there Baby, I told you that Nurse could make it all better. Don't
you want to trust her now for ever and ever?" Marianne placed her face a
centimetre from his face."
Did you like that Baby?" 
"That was fantastic!" He gushed."Please! Can we do that again?" 
"Only if you agree to be my Baby." He laughed.
"Darling I'll be anything that you want me to be" . . . She kissed him
on the lips.
"Wait till tomorrow"

. . .

"You must break him in gently" Marianne looked up at her mother. 
"I know that Mum, but I think that he'll be easier than you think."
Elsie Armstrong laughed. 
"I know how easy it is to think that men want to be Babies. Most of them
do, its just getting them to admit it, that's the problem."
Marianne nodded her head in agreement. 
"You are right Mummy, but tonight he'll be a step nearer being a "Baby".
Gosh! I'm getting quite excited by the idea." Her mother laid a restraining
hand on her forearm.
"Hold on there, before you tumble headfirst into this venture," Mrs.
Armstrong cautioned."
You remember when you looked after Tommy last summer, only for a week
mind and you were pulling your hair out with despair . ."
"I remember well," Marianne nodded sagely."
But that was a child. It will be different with Daniel. I will have much more
control." 
Her mother sighed."I just don't know what I've started. Once you have put
nappies on him, I don't think that it will be that easy to get them off.
Do you get my meaning?" Marianne looked startled.
"You think that he'll want to be a Baby for the rest of his life?" 
"Your father did . . . but towards the end he had to wear nappies." Elsie
Armstrong smiled at the memory.
"But did you mind," Queried Marianne."
Having to play Mummy and Baby games always?" 
"I did at the beginning," She admitted."
But he pleaded so pitifully that I continued, but not with much enthusiasm.
Looking after an adult Baby is just as much hard work as looking after an
infant. Even the washing is bulkier!"
Both smiled at her last remark."But after a while," Elsie continued."I began
to enjoy my 'Baby' much more and sexually, your father had no equal!" Her
mother smiled conspiratorially.
Daniel turned up promptly after work. In fact, Marianne would have been
very depressed if he hadn't. She exchanged knowing glances with her mother.
Mealtime became hurried and afterwards Daniel volunteered to help with
the washing up.
"Are you ill," teased his Mother in law. He blushed furiously and retired
off to his study. He would just have to wait for Marianne to make the
first move.
She joined him an hour later, but Daniel was in such a state, that he
believed he'd been waiting for five. He looked up from the computer
spreadsheet that he'd been dawdling over. They looked silently at each
other for a few moments.
"Did last night excite you?" 
"Like nothing else we have ever done before." Daniel replied. Just for a
moment, she was startled by the fierce lust in his expression. Since they
had been married, she had never seen him like this before! Marianne moved
around the desk and pushed the keyboard away, planting her slim bottom in
front of her husband.
"And." She hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully."What aspect
excited you so much?"
"I don't know, maybe I liked being helpless?" He whispered. Daniel dropped
his eyes as a wave of shame covered him.
"Helpless as a Baby?" Added Marianne cautiously, quietly.
"Yes, like a Baby." He brightened, Looking up at her.
"And that uniform, Terrific!'
"The Nurse's Uniform?" 
"Yeah, that was so sexy, I nearly came on the spot." His coarseness
offended her, and it earned him a slap on the cheek.
"Looks like 'Mummy Nurse' will have to wash out that mouth with soap."
Daniel's startled expression melted into surprise.
"Please Mummy Nurse," he mimicked."I'm sorry. Don't punish me." Both
laughed, warming to the game. Marianne leant over and kissed him, followed
by whispering in his ear at the same time.
"Too late Baby, Mummy is going to punish you. I want you to go up to the
bathroom and wait for me" . . .
"In the bathroom?" His voice rose. Marianne tapped his cheek, lightly this
time.
"Meanwhile," she continued."I'll slip into my uniform and then . . . I'll
come and sort you out." Her husband's eyes glowed with lust."Up you go, now.
Hurry up." Daniel nearly fell over the chair getting out of the room.
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"Well?" Mrs. Armstrong burst into the bedroom, finding her daughter in
some very revealing underwear.
"Shhh" Marianne held a finger to his lips and pointed to the bathroom."He's
in there, sitting on the edge of the bath," she whispered, smiling at the
same time. Elsie removed the Nurse's tunic from the hanger.
"Are you wearing this tonight?" 
"Of course, he loves it." Marianne frowned slightly."
Maybe that's what he really loves." Elsie laid a consoling hand on her
shoulder.
"It's just a prop, Darling. Something to enhance your performance. But use
it to your own ends Sweetheart, not to his."
"But do you think all this is worthwhile?" Elsie smiled at her daughter's
nervousness.
"Tell me," she said."
Is Daniel touring the town now? Is he down at the pub getting drunk? Is
he in the betting office? What are the chances of you having full control
over the family income next week? How much influence do you have over his
career presently? Are there any other opportunities that you can think of
to change this potential situation round to your own advantage?" Marianne
smiled and kissed her.
"You're right Mummy, it's just that my illusions of marriage have been
shattered."
"You mean being saved by Clark Gable and carried off into the sunset on
a while stallion?" Elsie asked."Forget those fantasies, Darling. In real
life, reality is much harder. You would be frantic with fear over losing
such a man to another woman."
"Whereas, If I stayed as 'Mummy Nurse', Daniel would rush home every night
to get his kicks?" Elsie laughed.
"Only if Mummy Nurse allowed it. The important factor is that YOU get your
kicks, your paycheque, your husband, and I hope, one day, I'll get a
grandchild." Elsie pinned the Nurse's cap in place and tied the rubber
apron in place.
"There! You look the part," Elsie slapped the 'Nurse' on the shoulder."You
better go and see to your Baby in the bathroom, before he wets his
trousers!"
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Daniel sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom and looked at his watch.
Fifty minutes! How much more of this could he stand! He was beginning to
feel a bit of a fool. Waiting for his wife in the bathroom. He felt like
a schoolchild sitting outside the Headmaster's study; small and vulnerable.
His penis was hard inside his underpants, and it was the thought of what
would happen later that kept him in the bathroom, in fact, kept him in
the house.
Marianne had opened up a part of his mind that had been cut off in the
past. What was it that had really excited him? Was it that she now
represented a new power in his life? Someone to control and guide him?
Should he be fighting her, trying to regain his proper position in the
family?
No, he admitted. Although he was a man, an adult, the little boy in him
cried out for attention. He wanted to be punished, especially by the
divine goddess that he had married. His penis grew harder, aching now. He
unzipped his trousers and clutched his manhood, trying to dislodge the
swelling which was uncomfortably trapped in his underpants. He did not
notice the bathroom door open, or Marianne glide into the room. Only
the deadbolt being slotted home caused his head to shoot up, guilt
written all over his face.
"What are you doing?" Marianne said menacingly.
Daniel's hands darted away from his crotch, leaving his erect penis on
full view."I... I was just" . . . His voice dried up. The beautiful
apparition in front of him was not laughing. Her eyes were dark and lips
were thin set.
"You were just playing with yourself, weren't you?" She stood over him,
her hands planted on her hips."Let's get one thing quite clear!" . . . She
said sternly."You will never play with yourself from now on. Do you
understand!" Sweat beaded on Daniel's upper lip.
"Yes Marianne. . . I.." 
hand. She moved closer to his ear, whispering.
"If you let me, really let me, I can be a real Mummy to you. In every sense
of the word. Don't fight me Baby, it will only push us apart." When she
pulled back, there were tears in his eyes.
"I love you so much Daniel." She paused to allow her sincere words to be
absorbed."
But I will be in charge and you will be my Baby, agreed?" 
No reply was forthcoming, or needed. Daniel fell forward and buried his
face in the bib of her rubber apron, tears freely rolling down his cheek
now.
"You like me touching this. I can make it so good for you." She rolled
his sticky penis in her hand, pleased with herself when a deep groan left
him.
"There! I will love to play with my Baby's little willie when he is a good
boy" . . . Marianne looked up into his eyes."You are going to be a good
Baby, aren't you?"
"Yes Mari" . . . He looked sheepish for a moment."I mean Mummy. I think I
might like being your Baby. You wouldn't tell anyone else about this,
would you?"
There was real panic in his voice now, and Marianne laughed at his
discomfort.
"What goes on in this house is our business, isn't it?" 
"What about your Mother?" 
"Ah, there I have to be honest with you. As she lives with us, she'll
have to know."
 A look of real terror crossed his face and Marianne quickly held out her
hand in placation.
"Don't worry Darling. It was her idea in the first place. It is all going
to work out fine, you'll see."
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Daniel paid off the taxi and looked up at 24 Allerton Road, relieved to
see Marianne's little Fiat parked outside. They had arranged to meet
here after work, but try as he might, he could not get Marianne to tell
him why."
Don't be late, and bring your check book", was all that she had said. On
the porch, he pressed the doorbell and scratched his groin. A smile played
across his face as his memories wandered back to last night. Marianne, his
beautiful Nurse, had undressed him and let him soak in a hot bath for 40
minutes while she soaped him. After the bath, she had dried him and let
him lie back on her lap while she shaved all his pubic hair off.
"There! You look like a Baby now!" She had said. Oh! The sweet humiliation
of it. Next, she had covered him with powder, Baby powder! He had loved
every minute of it.
Then she did it! She turned him into a Baby by pinning a thick nappy
around his waist. His penis was rock hard underneath and then she held
him at her breast while his pretended to nurse on her exposed nipple.
Later, much later, the nappy came off and she left him lying on his back
on the bathroom floor while she lowered herself onto his stiffness. Try
as he might, he had not been able to stop the tremendous orgasm that
exploded out of him. If that meant being her baby, then he would gladly
be just that.
The door latch brought him out of his daydreams. A middle aged women,
wearing a housecoat, opened the door and smiled at him.
"You must be Daniel?" He answered in the affirmative and she waved him
forward."I'm Mrs. Wilson. Your wife is in the workshop, come this way." He
followed her through the hall and down the steps into the cellar. The
Workshop was a large, well lit room with a continuous bench around the
walls. There were three sowing machines, all different designs and only
one was empty. The other two were occupied by two young girls, both of
whom giggled as he entered the room.
Over by a large shelving unit, packed full of multi coloured rolls of
materials, Daniel spied his Mother in Law and his wife. On the bench
in front of them were various material books open and the two women
were intently studying two nursery patterns. Marianne looked up from
her book.
"Come over here Darling, we have got something to show you." The young
girls giggled again and got a withering look from Mrs. Wilson. Their
heads darted down to study the tasks in front of them. Daniel ignored
them but felt he was missing something.
"We have decided on this" . . . Marianne pointed to the blue pattern
with little pink elephants running around."
What do you think?" Daniel blustered, looking puzzled.
"Am I missing something? Is this the new curtains for the sitting room?"
Even Mrs. Wilson joined in with their laughter.
"No Silly, these are for your new nursery clothes, clothes for my new big
Baby." Daniel stared at his wife, feeling himself go red.
"Marianne!" He whispered."Last night was meant to be between you and me!
Don't embarrass me in front of these people!"
"We agreed last night that you were going to do what you are told," she
said sternly."
Mrs. Wilson has kindly agreed to make up all your new Baby clothes, so
I don't want any rebellion or any back talk! Just let Mummy handle
everything."

For a few moments, Daniel's eyes darted from one impassive face to
another.
"I'll see you at home!" He turned to go but Marianne jumped up and
slapped him around the face, pushing him into an empty chair at the
same time.
"Sit there!" She shouted. There was a deadly silence in the room, even
the young girls had stopped working and were staring at him.
"You will certainly have to get a lot stricter with him," commented
Elsie."It would appear that he is now showing ingratitude. After all
that you have done for him." Marianne nodded her head in assent.
"Yes, Baby. You certainly will see me at home!" She mimicked."
Tonight you will be having a sore bottom after I have finished with you." 
"This is ridiculous!" Stormed Daniel."I will not be treated as a child in
front of these people!" As he rose from the chair, Marianne tripped him
and he went flying to the floor, to land painfully on his chest. Before
he had a chance to recover, his wife pounced on top, pinning his wrists
behind his back. A scraping of chairs followed while everyone joined in
and within a minute, the rebellious husband was completely helpless with
his limbs tightly tied with cord.
"I was not joking," gasped Marianne."Mother and I have been to a lot of
trouble on you behalf and in future we will be tolerating no more of your
bad behaviour!"
"Let me go!" Squealed Daniel."You can't treat me like this!" 
"Right! That does it! You are going to get a spanking NOW!" Several pairs
of hands hauled him to his feet while Marianne fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Let me go!" Daniel screamed."Don't do this in front of strangers!" His
pleading had no effect and his wife pulled down his trousers, followed
by his underpants. He stood there, horrified as his bare genitals were
on full view to this room of strangers. Mrs. Wilson handed Marianne a
length of cloth.
"Put this in his mouth, we don't want him disturbing the neighbours."
The fight seemed to have gone out of him as Marianne firmly gagged him.
"Are you really going to spank him?" A girl asked. Marianne looked at her.
"Of course! How would you treat a disobedient child?" Both the young
seamstresses smirked at this, before bursting into laughter as Marianne
pulled him towards her by his penis. She sat in a chair and dragged him
over her lap.
"When were you last spanked Baby?" Everybody sniggered at her remark."Never
mind Baby, you can't speak. But I bet you have not been spanked since you
were a child ?.. No, I thought not." She rolled up her sleeve, easily
holding Daniel as he tried to struggle." No, Baby. You are not going to get
away that easily." Wham! She brought her palm down with all her might on
Daniel's buttocks and a loud muted wail sounded from behind the gag.
As the strokes continued, his struggles got more intensive, and Marianne,
with beads of sweat on her forehead, asked the seamstresses to help hold
him. Smack, smack, smack! His bottom was now a deep red and real tears
were running down his distressed face.
"I think another six slaps. I am really hoping to make an impression on
him." She said to the assembled audience.
The struggles subsided after Daniel, through his pain, realised that they
would be futile. He endured the final strokes with only a little defiant
jerk, that amused the young girls holding him. After the last slap had
been delivered, Marianne asked the girls to remove his gag and lift him
to his feet.
"Well Baby? Have you learnt your lesson?" She stared up at his tear
stained face.
"Yes Mummy," he blubbed. She could hardy see his eyes, they were all
screwed up. She stood and turned him round, untying the cords that were
restraining his wrists and ankles. With the aid of Mrs. Wilson, Marianne
removed all his clothes until he was completely naked.
"There! As naked as the day he was born. Only 25 years ago but apart
from the biological increase in size, nothing has changed."
"Darling," said Elsie."I think that Baby Daniel should say "thank you" for
his spanking, don't you?"
Marianne lifted his chin.
"Well Baby? Mummy's right. How about a kiss and a thank you?" Daniel
hesitated for a moment, but just for a moment as Marianne's face erupted
into a frown.
"Oh, thank you Mummy for the spanking." He kissed her cheek, making her
beam.
"And now everyone else". . . Embarrassed, he obliged. Saying the same
to everyone and kissing them on the cheek.
"That's better!" Marianne beamed."
You are slowly learning respect at last! Now stand still while Mrs. Wilson
measures you up for your Baby's layette."
Daniel, his eyes still wet from his recent painful trauma, meekly allowed
the grey haired woman to run the measure over his goose-pimpled skin.
Noticing his utter embarrassment, Mrs. Wilson handed him a pair of ducky
yellow rubber pants. He resisted at first, but she made him step into them
and pulled them up his legs. Marianne and her Mother laughed as did the
others. Poor Daniel stood there in nothing but his rubber pants quivering
and wiggling over him! The strange sensation of the soft, rippling rubber
over his groin excited him."That should keep the floor dry for now."
quipped Mrs. Wilson. They all laughed.
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"Is everything packed?" Wade bounced into the bedroom where his mother
was struggling with the clasps on the suitcase. She smiled up at her sixteen
year old son who waved his shoulder length brown hair out of his eyes.
"Give me a hand Sweetheart. I think I have packed everything but the
kitchen sink!" He jumped up on the case while she slotted the locks on.
"Thanks.." Trudi pointed at a chair."Sit down, I want to talk to you
before the cab comes."
"Oh Mum!" Wade groaned."How often...." Trudi smiled before interrupting
her son.
"No, I don't want to ask you where your passport is. I am sure that you
have got it safe. Erm. . It's about your bedwetting" . . . She cringed
as Wade's face crumbled."
Look, I have had to tell Auntie Marianne about it. She understands and
will put the rubber sheet on your bed when you get to London."
"Oh Mum! I will be so embarrassed!" 
"No you won't. A lot of young guys wet the bed. And anyway, you are not
doing it much these days, so there is nothing to worry about. I have had
to tell her so that she can protect the mattress, in case of an accident."
Wade shrugged his shoulders, blocking out the unpleasant matter.
"About the other thing", her voice took on a despairing tone."Please
Darling, don't get into trouble in London" . . . The boy turned furiously
on his Mother.
"You haven't told her about THAT, have you?" Trudi's head slumped in shame.
"No," she said quietly."I didn't have the courage. She wouldn't want you
if she knew the truth." Imploringly, she looked up at him."You have stopped,
haven' you?" The youth forced a smile onto his face.
"Of course I have Mother! Why do you keep having to go on about it"? A
car horn sounded outside the window. Trudi looked out.
"That's the cab for JFK now, can you carry the big suitcase? As she waved
at the departing cab, Trudi could not help breathing a sad sigh of
relief, realising that cousin Marianne was inheriting more than just
a bedwetter.
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Raven looked around the large department store and relished in the
excitement that came with the January sales. The place was packed with
thousands of busy people, all hunting for that bargain to take home so
they could tell their family what a good deal they have made. Sale time
was always the best for shoplifting, for that was the reason that she was
here. There was about $50 in her purse, but she had no intention of using
it. Why bother, when, with a little cunning and daring, she could have
what she wanted free.
First she studied the ceiling for any active video cameras. They were
there, but at this time of the year, it was impossible for the security
department to spot an individual shopper. Then she looked around at the
shoppers around her. Was anyone studying her intently? Was anyone looking
at her? She was well aware that not all the security guards were in
uniform, or were men. But surely the security guards had other things
on their mind than one individual customer?
Wade saw the teenage girl in the Record department and watched her with
interest. He liked what he saw, slim and awfully pretty. She was about his
age, with short black hair. Her chest was well developed and the contours
of her breasts highlighted by the tight cotton roll neck sweater she was
wearing. She was wearing no bra, that was obvious. Like her sweater, her
jeans appeared to be one size too small and every curve of her buttocks
was sensuously outlined. Another thing about her he knew. She, like him,
was a thief. And, by all accounts, not a very good one.
He watched her examining the CD's in the cheap collection shelf. These
were not dummies. Already prepacked and sealed from the factory, they were
designed to be on general display, unlike the highly desirable chart
numbers. The girl did not look around, just casually slotted the case
into her canvas shopping bag. She's cool, thought Wade. But not clever.
A female Security employee, in plain clothes had seen her and was now
tailing at a discreet distance.
Another shelf, another CD collection went in the bag. No small timer
here, mused Wade. Along with the security guard, he followed her into
the Book Department. After scanning the room, she set to work again.
Soon her bag was filling out with booty as one best-seller after the
other disappeared into it.
She has to leave the store before they get her, Wade said to himself.
It could still be her intention to pay for the goods, so the security
people must bide their time.
The Guard was careful and professional. In fact better than the pretty
young thief. Wade did not like her at all. There was very little humanity
in her features, he'd seen the same look in Juvenile Hall back in New York.
Totally devoid of any decency and sympathy. Whenever the young girl
looked around, the security guard was looking elsewhere. Just blending
into her surroundings like the hundreds of other shoppers there.
I'll have to warn her, decided Wade. Anyway, he wanted to get to know
this girl better. He needed a distraction from the rather bizarre home
life he was experiencing at the moment with Auntie Marianne and her weird
husband. He walks around the house wearing baby diapers, baby clothes and
a pacifier in his mouth! Hell! These English are peculiar!
He had been in London now for two weeks and had already wet the bed six
times. It was so embarrassing! At first, Marianne had been considerate
and had not mentioned it, but slowly her attitude was changing. This
morning she had brought him up his tea and pulled the covers back while
he was still half asleep. He had been ordered to strip in front of her
and was made to stand naked in the cold bedroom while she divested the
bed of the sodden and stained sheets. While she was soaping him in the
bath she was hinting that, if he continued, he might end up like her
husband, wearing diapers! That would be the day! He would be on the
first flight back home to give Mother a hard time if she tried that
nonsense!
His reflections were interrupted by a disturbance going on by the Hobby
Section. Another customer was shouting at the young girl, who was edging
away, shouting back at the same time. The Security Guard was moving in
fast. Wade realised that this could turn nasty and moved towards the
scene, ready and willing to offer his assistance.
Foolishly, she bolted, still with her bag, packed full of stolen goods.
The Security Guard followed, Wade surprised at her turn of speed. The
thief made the main store entrance and darted into the street outside,
the Security Guard now only a meter from her heels. When Wade arrived,
the thief and Security Guard were grappling. The female guard, looking
dishevelled, but maintaining a firm grip on the teenage girl.
Remembering his school Karate class, the American launched himself, feet
first hitting the Security Guard on the side of the head. She released
her pray immediately and dropped to the pavement.
The young girl went down as well, her canvas bag shredding some of its
contents into the street. Her purse left her pocket, the impact with the
ground causing it to burst open, coins and papers flying everywhere.
"Come on!" Wade shouted at her, grabbing an elbow. She shrugged him
off, scraping around on the pavement for her purse and shopping bag.
The dazed Security Guard was climbing to her feet, shaking her head
from side to side to try and recover some composure.
"Hurry! Please!" Wade grabbed her arm and pulled her away as fresh
reinforcements appeared from the store. Her panicked eyes darted from
the lunging Security Guard to Wade before bolting with her new found
companion as fast as their young heels could take them.
The Security Guard, realising that pursuit was hopeless, swore and
started picking up items in the street dropped by the thief. An item of
paper that had fallen out of the young girl's purse caught her eye.
She smiled to herself, before discreetly pocketing it as her colleagues
arrived.
Rachel Spencer winced with pain as she dumped her weekly shopping down
on the kitchen table in her two bedroomed flat. The neck brace that the
hospital casualty department had positioned around her neck was doing
very little in alleviating the pain she was feeling. What was more,
she had been humiliated by her supervisor in front of the rest of her
colleagues by a dressing down for not following procedure. Beaten by a
teenager! The first time in her eleven year career as a Shop Security
Guard that she had lost a collar. If only that bloody well meaning
customer had not interfered, she would have had everything under
control. The little bitch would now be safely locked up at Bow Street,
her Kung Fu idiot along with her.
Oww! She moaned in discomfort, realising that she was not as young
anymore. She used to an athlete in her prime days, although she still
kept herself in good condition, working out four times a week in a local
gym. Now, at 38, the kick that she had received would take that much
longer to heal.
She took off her coat, removing the paper that had she had recovered
from the pavement earlier that day. It was an amateur attempt at a
visitor's card, probably in impress the thief's teenage friends. As
far as the law was concerned, she would never get a prosecution now,
the stolen goods would be well hidden or disposed of.
But Miss Raven Hall was not off the hook yet, not by any imaginable
means. Rachel turned the tap and filled the bathtub with steaming hot
water. She undressed, throwing clothes everywhere including the neck
brace, which in her opinion, was a complete waste of time. Testing the
temperature with a toe, Rachel tentatively stepped in. As she relaxed,
thoughts of retribution were careering through her mind. She had the
time. When she was strong and well again, she would be paying the little
Bitch a visit. She touched herself. Slightly surprised to find her sex
tingling with anticipation at the impending confrontation. She allowed
her imagination to run riot, her fingers working harder through the
whispery hairs that attempted to cover her vulva. She wanted to
physically punish the bitch, to compensate for the pain she was now
going through.
The thought of her naked spurred on her lust and her breathes became
husky. Naked and helpless. Tied up, that's it. Disabled and feeble.
Dependant on her for every need.
She kneaded herself harder, fresh waves of pleasure burst in front of her
eyes. Miss Raven Hall would know what humiliation felt like. She had a
special tool in her bedside table drawer that a previous girlfriend
had given her. Imagining the teenager naked and spread-eagled on her
bed. A rubber sheet underneath to heighten her shame. The dildo being
rammed in and out, in and out. How divine!
Before going to work, leaving her tied and defenceless. She would pin a
thick nappy on her, cover it with some plastic pants so that the Bitch
had to wet and soil herself. That reflection excited her even more and
her dreams stepped up a gear. A Baby! That's it. Her very own baby. She
would feed her, nurse her and punish her when she was naughty. All Babies
are naughty, all need correction.
Her breaths were coming in short gasps now, her wrist creating a bubbling,
broiling turbulence in the bath water. A tremendous orgasm overtook her,
the physical impact so great that a sizeable proportion of the bath water
ended up on the floor.
Later, lying in bed and toying with a vibrator between her fingers, she
made a vow.
Raven Hall was hers, no matter what it took!
---
Wade topped up Raven's glass and kissed her full on the lips.
"You were on good form tonight. The more and more we make love, the more
exciting it gets." His American drawl amused her. She stroked his bare
thigh as he dropped onto the mattress beside her. Her full lips parted
into a smile.
"Variety is the spice of life, as they say". . .
Eh?" Wade looked puzzled.
"How would you like to try something different? Say something Kinky?"
She grinned impishly. Wade's eyebrows rose, his inexperienced naivete
showing through.
"What do you mean?" 
Raven rose from the bed and rummaged around in a drawer. She tossed over
two leather items, both of them buckled straps joined by a short metal
chain. Wade turned them over in his hands.
"They are wrist restraints. How would you like to tie me up?" His eyebrows
rose.
"That sounds like a great idea"! Coyly she stretched out on the bed,
totally uninhibited in front of her new lover.
"How do you want to be tied up?" Raven looked cross.
"You are meant to be in charge, do exactly what you what" . . . He smiled,
pulling her up into the sitting position. Each wrist was attached to the
ankles, so she was completely helpless. With hardly any effort, he flipped
her over so her bare bottom was sticking up in the air. His cock was
already swelling again and a rush of lust flowed over him. Playfully,
he slapped her buttocks.
"Harder!" She cried hoarsely. Wade was warming to the game, and slapped
her again, this time much harder and bringing up a livid red welt on her
delicate skin. This time, a definite yelp left the naked girls lips.
"More! More!" She shouted."Spank me harder!" Wade did not need any further
invitation. The blows rained down on her defenceless bottom. Only when her
skin was vividly marked did he rest, the only sound being a low whimper
coming from Raven. Her bottom was burning as he gently stroked her.
Wade was strangely excited by his violence, his penis swelling painfully
in the air. His hand moved between her buttocks, traced a light path over
her anus and wandered down to her sex.
Raven groaned as his fingers entered her. Thumb and forefinger pinched her
prominent clitoris and brought on an instant, explosive orgasm. Wade was
so startled that he jumped back, thinking her fierce motion was as a
result of fresh pain. She edged round till her purple cheeks were pointing
at the teenage boy.
"Screw me now! I want you now!"
Her watery eyes gazed up at him, imploring, begging. Like a sharp knife
through soft butter, he plunged into her warm sopping hole. Every time
he slammed into her sore bottom, she yelped with a mixture of bliss and
torment.
Wade's own orgasm was not far behind and he let any remaining inhibitions
drop as he screamed out load as the pleasure overtook him. Never in his
short history of love-making had his orgasm been so intense.
................................................................................................................
.............................................................................

Elsie looked up from her sewing as Marianne bustled into the kitchen with
a nappy pail in one hand and a wet bedsheet in the other.
"Daniel was soaking!"she said, smiling at her mother." He actually smiled
at me as I changed his nappies."
"Good, he seems to be coming round then". . . Elsie peered at her wrist
watch through her half moon reading glasses.
"There's still no sign of Wade, I'm beginning to get a bit worried.....
He should have been home hours ago." Marianne closed the washing machine
door with a bang, her temper flaring up again.
"I think Wade has got a problem, not just with his bedwetting, but with
his manners and attitude."
Her lips were set in a grim line as she clapped her rubber gloved hands
together.
"Do you think Trudi would mind if we were to put him into nappies and
rubber pants as well?" Marianne's Mother beamed at her.
"Of course not. Trudi always knew that I had Daddy in nappies. As she was
thirteen years older than you, I could not keep it from her." She paused
as she thought of her other daughter on the other side of the Atlantic
Ocean. After all, it was her who had persuaded Marianne to take in Wade
for six months because she knew that Trudi was as her wits end trying to
bring the boy up properly. He had been in trouble with the police for
burglary and shop lifting and had just run riot since his father had
left home.
"Trudi knew Daddy was in nappies?" Elsie smiled happily.
"It was not funny at the time, but she burst into our playroom while Daddy
was having his nappies changed one day. Poor Man! He was so embarrassed!"
Marianne gasped in horror.
"How old was she?" 
"Only fourteen, but old enough to know that Daddy was not a real
incontinent, as I had tried to explain. I shooed her out, but after that
she pestered, and even threatened me with blackmail to let her help with
Daddy's baby needs."
Marianne listened with amusement and surprise at how her sister had helped
Mother look after her infantile Father. Her father had no choice, once
Elsie had agreed, Trudi was feeding him, washing him and changing his
nappies. He had been mortified at first, but slowly got used to it.
"Like Daniel, I had to spank him very hard when he refused to allow Trudi
near him. After that, he was still moody, but if I left them alone, she
only had to threaten to come and get me, and he became good as gold!"
"I think," said Marianne."That Trudi wants us to put Wade into nappies!
Why else would she send him to us!"
"Exactly!" Replied Mrs. Armstrong."
You know your sister as well as I do!" They both laughed and Marianne
looked at her watch again as footsteps were heard on the gravel outside.
Elsie got to her feet and peeped out through the curtain.
"It's Wade, thank God he's safe . . .He's brought a girl home with him."
Marianne, her face cold, made for the front door.
"Right!! I've had about all that I am going to take off that young man. We
are going to lay down some house rules" . . .
"But Darling . . ." Marianne turned.
"Stay out of this Mummy. I've reached the end of my tether." Marianne's
icy tone rooted her fretful Mother to the spot.
---
Rachel Spencer looked up from her notepad as Raven Hall and the young man
left the apartment. They were hand in hand and were full of the joys of
spring. She watched them walk the 50 meters from the front door the bus
stop where they almost immediately hopped onto a number 42. She started
the motor and followed the trundling red bus as it meandered towards the
West End.
Plans had already been laid. She was now ready to make her move. Just
one more key to the puzzle remained unanswered. The residence of the
young man. She had already established that they hadn't fenced the vast
amount of stolen goods that they had been stealing all week in Oxford
Street. She also knew that they were not hidden away in her flat, as
she had, on two occasions, watched the pair leave the flat with a
knapsacks on their backs. They did not look like they were going on a
camping expedition.
After 30 minutes, they disembarked and walked down King's Road. Anyone
living in this area, must be well heeled, mused Rachel. He was a good
looking boy, she admitted. But, like most males, the exception being her
grandfather, he was probably pitiful, weak and pathetic.
It was nearly midnight and she parked in a Resident's place. Parking
Wardens were long since in bed, getting their beauty sleep for their
Six 'O' Clock reveille. She caught the couple up and stepped in twenty
five metres behind them. The Little Bitch just never stopped talking and
giggling. So sure, so confident. Oh! She really wanted to knock that
sparkle out of her. She wanted to have her cowering at her feet.
Rational thinking. That's what she needed. This was no time for fantasy.
The scent was strong, the hunt was on.
My! The house was beyond all of her expectations. Even in the present
depressed market, Rachel estimated it would fetch more than a million.
There was plenty of cover in the large paved drive, and the Security
Officer was easily able to dart undetected among the thick vegetation
that grew against the boundary fence.
The laughing couple stopped at the door and started whispering urgently
together. Rachel saw a curtain open and a figure peer out. Moments later
the front door opened and a slim woman, wearing a Nurse's uniform
stepped out, decidedly unhappy.
"Where have you been Wade?" The woman's voice was calm, but chilly.
Rachel's interest warmed with the potential drama unfolding.
"Just out Aunt Marianne. Having a good time with my friend here" . . .
Marianne's expression did not change."I'll introduce you, this is . . ." 
"I'm not interested." Marianne interrupted."in who she is. She lives
somewhere else. Good Night, young lady."
Raven giggled with nervous astonishment. Wade, however started howling
with indignation.
"She my friend. I am entitled to have friends!" 
"Of course you are," replied Marianne coolly."But, since you are still,
in my eyes, a child, you will do what I say."
 Wade's mouth gaped open to reply but the acrid stare from his aunt
curtailed his response.
"I asked you to be home at six this evening, and every other evening this
week, but you have defied me at every turn. You can have friends when
you are able to become a proper member of this family."
"I don't have to take this!" Seethed Wade."I am sixteen. Old enough to
Marry! I am not going to be treated like a five year old!" He gripped
Raven's hand for physical and moral support."I don't think that I want
to live here any more!" He turned to go, but Marianne was quicker. In a
flash, she had descended the steps and wrenched at the knapsack. In
the struggle, Wade freed himself by wriggling out of the straps. He
grabbed Raven and started hauling her towards the main entrance.
Marianne surprised herself with a turn of speed that enabled her to catch
Wade square in the centre of the back. The boy actually left his feet,
landing heavily on his chest and winding himself. Before he had a chance
to recover, Marianne reached down and twisted his ear, hauling violently
up on the tortured lobe. Raven, her hair dishevelled ran at her,
screaming.
"Get off him, you Bitch!" Marianne was ready and punched the uncontrollable
girl in the stomach, knocking the fight out of her.
"What did you call me!" Marianne lost her cool and stretched out, trying
to grab the injured girl. Wade stirred, distracting her and Raven, seeing
her opportunity, took off as fast as her skinny legs could take her.
The Security Guard hiding in the bushes was sorely tempted to follow but
pulled herself up just in time. Raven could wait, the adventure unfolding
in front of her eyes was much more captivating! The boy was in real pain
now and Rachel was full of admiration for the Aunt, or Nurse, or whatever
she was. The Lad was probably physically stronger than her, but this woman
had some sort of self-defence training and was giving no quarter. With her
free hand, the Nurse plucked the discarded knapsack off the ground and
marched the youth into the house.
...
Nimbly, Rachel stood under the window sill and peered into the kitchen
where Wade had been installed at one of the chairs around the table. An
elderly woman tried to console him but he angrily pushed her away. That
earned him a harsh slap from his Aunt that had him cowering under both
upraised arms.
Rachel could not make out everything that was being said but as voices
were raised, the odd phrase drifted through."Where have you been?" The Aunt
in the Nurse's uniform slammed her fist on the table, causing the youth
to recoil even further against the wall.
"Look in the Bag!" Rachel instructed out loud. 
As if the silent message had reached her, Marianne picked up the knapsack
and dropped it on the table. She unbuckled it and upended the contents
right under his nose. Both the women went pale when they saw the items.
Even to the unenlightened, it was perfectly obvious that the clothes,
shoes and CD's had not been purchased legally. Rachel chortled to herself.
This was now going to get very interesting!
More shouting and threats followed. The Aunt got physical again and
pulled his long hair. After 15 minutes it was all over. The elderly
woman sat at the other end of the table, saying nothing and looking
ashen. The Nurse was still mad and grabbed the now sobbing boy by the
arm and marched him out of the room.
Reluctant to believe that the show was now over, Rachel edged around
the house, looking in the windows. Occasionally she threw a glance
over her shoulder, not wanting to be seen by a neighbour and reported
to the police. At the rear of the house, it was pitch black, not
benefiting from the street lights or the lit rooms. She was just about
to call it a day when the garden was flooded with radiant light coming
from the first floor room above the flat roofed outhouse that adjoined
the main building.
The Nurse's figure briefly passed the window, opening the top section
for some fresh air. Her raised voice clearly carried over the still
night.
"Get undressed . . . Having problems?..... Let me help you, little
Baby! ....This is going to be your punishment.."
Fascinated, Rachel looked around for access to the flat roof and found
it in the form of a water barrel which she nimbly mounted and vaulted
onto the tar surface. A cat squealed at her and bolted, causing her to
freeze, but only for a moment before she hastily couched underneath the
window.
Cautiously, she peeped over the sill and gazed at the scene between the
open venetian blinds.
Her heart nearly stopped in astonishment at the sight before her!
---
Not until she actually got on the bus did Raven start to relax. The
adrenaline was still flowing and the high of fear was being replaced by
the high of bravado. She started smiling to herself, and eventually,
much to the consternation of her fellow passengers, she started giggling
out loud.
Watching Her Man being beaten up by his Aunt had, in her eyes, made him
an object of ridicule and scorn. Good thing none of her friends had been
there, she would have been made to feel a real fool.
Still, Raven mused. She still felt for the boy. It's a bitch having to
live at home, especially with that Cow! She toyed with the idea of
having Wade come live with her. He was so sexy! But would it end up
like Steve? She had enjoying being spanked by Wade, but if only he had
really hurt her. She liked to feel the bruises for a day or two after
the event to order to relish in the memory of the passion.
Steve had done it right. Steve had really enjoyed it, in fact too much.
He wanted to hurt her for the wrong reasons, in the wrong place and
at the wrong time. She liked to be humiliated in the privacy of the home,
the bedroom. Not in front of all her friends. For days after she had
thrown him out she had cried herself to sleep. He had never really loved
her; just used her for his own selfish gratification. But on the many
lonely nights that followed, her bizarre fantasies always included him.
She squirmed on the bus seat. Her panties already soaking from the erotic
memories. The vibrator would be busy tonight, she reflected.
Along with a large Negro lady two seats away, Raven was sharing the
upper level of the bus with another man. He was always staring at her,
and then looking away when she glared back. Ugly Git, she thought. He
looked like a council worker, wearing a dirty donkey jacket, covering
a stained, grimy shirt. His hair under the flat cap was matted, oily
and bunched, as if it had not been washed for months.
When the fat lady got off, she began to get nervous. The dirty man
leered at her, waving his tongue suggestively. She felt sick and
bolted downstairs where at least she would have the company of the
conductor.
It was gone midnight now, and the dark streets were empty. Raven kept
on looking at the bus's spiral staircase for the man, but he stayed
upstairs. Another two stops, and she would be there. She began to feel
cold, wishing she had put on more than her skimpy T shirt and tight
Aerobic pants. The streets at night belonged to the weird people and
she would never ever normally go out alone.
Bloody Wade, he promised her it would be all right to stay at his place
tonight. Instead, she was forced to take the dangerous trek home. Oh how
she wished she had taken a taxi now. She would be home, making a cup
of tea, in a hot shower and wallowing in her fantasies.
The penultimate stop; a request, flashed by. Nobody wanted to get on
or off. The conductor was looking bored and tired, thumbing through a
grubby copy of The Sun and taking no interest in her. She stood and
sounded the bell, praying the driver would hear it and halt at the next stop.
Footsteps above, Oh my God, she thought. He knows that we are the only
two passengers on the bus. He knows that I am getting off here.
Her heart was beating wildly now. Anxiety, Excitement, Fear . . . These,
and other emotions were coursing through her. Her bladder felt loose,
her spine tingled and adrenaline caused the hairs at the back of her
neck to stand up. Goose pimples sprung up on her arms and she readied
herself on the platform.
Thank God! The bus was slowing up. Twenty metres to go . . . Footsteps
on the stairs. Shit! He's coming down! He's getting off here as well!
She was frightened now, really frightened. Her feet felt heavy as if
some force was gluing them in place. Louder footsteps! He was there!
Behind her . . . Go on, jump, and run. . .The bus decelerated; Raven
jumped. Too late, she realised she was going to fall badly and hit the
dark pavement with a crack as her ankle twisted and snapped under her
weight. The momentum carried her on but with the intense pain, she could
not concentrate on preserving the rest of her body. With more force than
her radius could withstand, the bone snapped as it careered into the
concrete bus stop.
The Bus Conductor glanced up, saw the two passengers had disembarked and
without taking his eyes off the blond model on page 3, rattled his
knuckles on the glass separating the driver's cabin from the passenger
area.. The bus didn't stop, just accelerated off into the quiet night.
The hand gripping Raven's ankle hastened a scream that echoed around the
dark, deserted street. It did not last long; a rough hand wrapped itself
around her mouth, abruptly curtailing the shrill noise. Intense pain and
sheer terror coursed over her as her assailant started dragging her body
along the pavement towards a dark alley.
---
Rachel could not believe her eyes. Now she understood why the young aunt
dressed as a Nurse. It appeared that the room before her was a bedroom
converted into a. . . . a Nursery? Except this Nursery was different;
there were no little children around. In a corner of the room, a man
lay on a rubber sheet, covering a mattress, wearing a nappy, puffy
rubber pants and a T shirt! His legs were spread wide and his feet pulled
up in an infantile position. She could see the wide crotch of the rubber
pants stretched over very thick nappies!
"That must be the husband," Rachel thought. What an appropriate way to
treat a man! She looked at the blond, pretty Nurse with more respect,
wishing that more of their sex had the same ability to control the worms
of this world. Her eyes darted over to Wade, the little thief who had
floored her in front of the whole of Oxford Street. Why! The baby was
crying; crying, and by the look on the Nurse's face, he was shortly
going to be punished.
"But Aunt Marianne," wailed Wade."Why get undressed? I am sixteen! You
can't treat me like a child!" Wade glanced over at Daniel, who was
silently watching the new events unfolding before his eyes.
"But Wade! You are a child. A child who steals, a child who wets his bed.
Of course you are a child. And as a child, you need to be punished and
controlled. Like Daniel over there. Daniel, your uncle can't respect
his family obligations. Daniel lies to me, just like a child. So, be a
good boy and take off your clothes, all of them. After all, being a
child, you shouldn't have any silly inhibitions about being naked, should
you?"
Rachel was feeling quiet wet in her panties, and subconsciously fondled
her crotch at the young man's humiliation. Wade started taking off his
clothes, transfixed by the influence of the powerful woman in front of
him. He hesitated at his underpants, not wanting to expose himself
completely to the adult infant lying in the corner. He respected Marianne,
but the process was going to be that much more unbearable with Daniel
in the room.
"Are you defying me?" Her chilly question sent a shiver through him
and he pushed his underpants to the wooden floor boards. The Nurse
pointed to a low couch, covered with a rubber sheet.
"Lie down there, Child!" Again, he hesitated. Wishing this was some
bizarre game and everyone would soon burst out laughing. No one did.
His legs felt weak as he shuffled over to the couch, puzzled as to what
his aunt had in mind.
Rachel smiled at the scene. From her vantage point, she could see right
between the youth's legs. His ugly penis and testicles were on full view.
Oh! How Sublime! This woman certainly had her act together. A Nursery!
The boy lying on the changing table. A trolley next to the couch was
stacked with all baby items, from Oil through to pins, rubber pants and
terry nappies. A put up clothes rail was full of colourful baby clothes,
especially made for the adult baby. Hay! This girl really had her life
mapped out how she wanted. The Nurse was now looking down at the boy,
shivering on the couch.
"Things are going to change round here, Wade. This is going to be
beneficial for both of us. You are going to learn to respect me and
your grandmother. You will stop stealing and you are going to stop
wetting the bed." She paused as she picked up a pair of light weight
surgeon's rubber gloves, dusting the insides with talc. She slipped
them on as they popped and fit skin tight!
Wade was frightened now, his eyes darting everywhere, wandering where
his aunt was going to start. Marianne lifted an arm and sniffed under
it, grimacing at the same time. Next she handled his limp penis, pulling
back the long foreskin and examining underneath. Wade whimpered with
shame as she pulled apart his thighs and examined his scrotum and
underneath.
Rachel was riveted to the scene. What a delicious way to humiliate a
man! The Nurse was pulling his buttocks apart now, and spending long
moments prodding and poking in his most intimate area. From the
trolley, she squeezed a small amount of lubricating jelly onto her
rubber covered fingers and then made the youth pull his knees to his
chest. He howled as she perforated his rosebud. So Compliant, Thought
Rachel.
"When did you last use the toilet for poo poos?" Her finger re-emerged
and she wiped it on a moist tissue from a dispenser.
"I don't remember,' he whispered, the shame overbearing. She nodded,
knowingly. His toes were then pried apart and examined. Again, that look
of disdain on her features. Wade was totally mortified! Hair and
fingernails were scrutinised and a cotton bud was used to scoop out the
contents of his ears.
"You try and tell me that you aren't a child? You can't even wash yourself
properly!" She poked his belly."You have no idea the importance of
using the toilet every day. Probably too busy out stealing or screwing
with that little trollop of yours. That's why this" . . . She fingered
his cock again with thumb and forefinger again."is stinking and dirty." 
Rachel kneaded her groin harder, spreading the sticky wetness through
her panties till she detected it on her fingers."Make him suffer," she
longed. The door opened and the elder woman walked in.
"Everything all right Dear?" The Nurse turned and smiled at her mother.
"Just getting to know infant Wade here a little better." She nodded in
the direction of Daniel.
"Would you please give him a bottle? He's thirsty but after he's had
his Syrup of Figs." The greyed haired woman smiled and disappeared
off to the kitchen.
"That's why, Wade, you need a strong woman to look after you. Guide
you when you take the wrong direction, so to speak.?"
"I don't want to stay here Aunt Marianne. Let me go back to New York?"
Marianne smiled and shook her head.
"That would be too easy, wouldn't it. Hand the problem back to your
mother. No I." . . .
I'll be good back home," he howled with panic."I won't steal and I'll.."
Marianne slapped him hard across the face, her face dark.
"Lesson number one, don't you ever dare to interrupt me again" . . . She
hissed and slapped him again, harder."Lesson number two, never, ever
argue with me! Now turn over!"
Wade did not have a chance to complete the manoeuvre himself, within
seconds the infuriated Nurse had flipped him into the desired position
and tightened a leather belt across his back and arms. She retrieved a
leather riding crop hanging off the back of the door and swung hard at
the upturned buttocks.
As a penetrating scream left Wade's lips, Rachel slid her hand inside
her panties and pinched her prominent clitoris, sending a swell of
pleasure over her groin. How she wished she was in that room, wielding
the crop onto that boy! It's not fair! I should be doing that, she griped
to herself. But just to watch this live show was partial compensation
and Wade was getting his just deserts right at this moment. Her breath
was coming in short and rushed gasps now, steaming up the window in
front of her. Rubbing her swollen nipples on the window ledge was
producing even further gratification and against her will, she was
rapidly losing complete control.
---
Marianne rubbed some soothing cream on the criss crossed livid welts on
Wade's bottom. He wailed softly into the rubber sheet beneath him, wetting
it with his tears.
"That's your first beating, but knowing you, I don't think it will be
your last."
Elsie returned with two bottles of warm milk and a bottle of Syrup of
Figs. Daniel, still dazed after watching the new terrifying side of his
wife, co-operatively swallowed the large serving spoon of purgative that
his mother-in-law offered to him. She sat quietly next to the mattress
and fed him the milk, smiling as it disappeared into his mouth.
The buckle was released and Wade instructed to turn over, gingerly resting
his weight on his blistered behind. Nothing more was said while the
Nurse filled a basin with warm, soapy water and gave the recumbent boy
a thorough wash from head to toe. Wade whined like a spoiled child as
the rough flannel rubbed vigorously over every inch of sensitive skin.
"Better get used to it, Boy. Auntie is going to wash you like this now
every day. Can't have my babies smelling like an alley cat in my house,
can I?" She pulled back his foreskin and polished the soiled glands
beneath, making Wade grunt and moan in misery.
"While you are in my house, this will only be used for peeing with." She
smiled at his confusion, ruffling his hair."You know what I mean by
peeing. Like you do every night in your bed. Like a baby you are pissing
on your rubber sheet and then lying in your puddle all night long. For
you, it must be quite fun" He cringed under her cruel words but could
not help himself as her massaging fingers caused his cock to stiffen.
"Also," she continued."Children are not allowed to poke their willies
into other children, it's not healthy. And they definitely are not allowed
to play with themselves. That will warrant serious punishment. Do I
make myself clear. No wanking?"
"Yes Aunty" . . . sniffled Wade.
After the wash, Marianne emptied the bowl and sprayed shaving foam into
Wade's proud growth of pubic hair. His head popped up, new indignation
in his eyes at her latest intent.
"What are you doing," he asked, careful to keep respect in his tone.
Marianne kneaded the cream into the thick hair and smiled at him.
"I can't look after you as a baby with all this hair here. It will have
to come off. Nice hygienic skin is all I want. Makes washing a little
easier after each nappy change." Forgetting his new status, Wade sat up
with surprise.
"You are not going to make me like him . . . Please Marianne, I'll do
anything" . . . Marianne looked across at her placid husband.
"You will never be like him, Wade. That's my lover, my husband. He happily
does everything I say now and we give each other mutual love. You, on the
other hand are here to be educated as a snivelling little Baby." His face
collapsed and tears started coursing down his cheeks at her insensitive
words. As the razor sliced through his bush, Marianne kept up her
monologue in order to maintain the level of humiliation required.
"In fact, you are very lucky Wade. Someone to wash you and feed you.
No responsibility anymore, what more could you want? Imagine not having
to run to the toilet anymore. You can just do it in your diaper, or nappy
as we call them over here. Never having to wipe your bottom; I will be
doing that from now on, eh?"
It was all too much for Rachel, The exquisite humiliation and the sheer
sexual energy coming from the room beyond the window sent her over the
brink. Her crotch exploded in a frenzy of rolling ecstasy that caused
a hardly suppressed yelp to emit from deep within her. Her legs buckled
and just for a moment, she had no control over her balance, falling
forward and hitting her head hard against the glass.
Startled, Marianne looked up at the window at the strange banging noise. 
"There's somebody there! She said to herself as she peered at a movement
through the venetian blinds. She dropped the razor and sprinted for the
window, fumbling with the latch through the blinds. Another fleeting
movement, a figure running away, fast. She pushed the window open
screaming at the fleeting figure scuttling across the roof.
"You! Come back here!"
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Pain, just intense pain was all she was feeling now. Raven could not
fight or resist the aggressor that was hauling her along the pavement.
Her left ankle was numb but the aching pain was lancing up her leg. The
right arm hanging loosely and bouncing on the pavement as she moved. The
hand around her mouth was effectively stifling any scream she might wish
to make to attract some help but the street was abandoned and the windows
in the buildings completely dark.
The man dragged her deep into the alley. The first senses to register
were smell: the smell of decay and waste. Breathing heavily, he dropped
her in a stagnant puddle that immediately soaked her to the skin.
With a hand still wrapped around her mouth, he released the catch on a
flick knife and a four inch blade was presented under her eyes.
"Make a noise and I'll cut your face, understand?"
His forced whisper froze her to the spot and he took his hand away.
Raven emotions broke down and she started crying.
"Don't hurt me; please?" He gave a dry chuckle that sent a further shiver
down her spine.
"Any shouting, any noise and I'll perforate you," he hissed, the malice
and hate in his face evident.
Dread, sheer dread gripped the slim, black haired teenager. Even the pain
in her limbs ebbed into the background as this fresh terror loomed above
her. She was not aware of the filth she was lying in, the slime, the
decaying waste of dogs and humans. Raven only wanted HIM to go away.
With the last ounce of spirit left in her, she kicked out with her
healthy foot and caught the man square in the testicles. He howled with
anguish, doubling over as he gripped his injured parts. More in panic
than by design, she lashed out again, slamming into his nose that
erupted with a geyser of blood. The man screamed this time and held his
hands to his face, trying to stem the flow.
For a few precious moments, Raven gathered her wits about her and realised
she had a small chance of escape. While scrambling to her feet, she
screamed out in pain as she sub-consciously rested weight on her damaged
ankle. Hopping on one leg, she limped off into the alley, her eyes now
accustomed to the night. Each step brought fresh agony and a suppressed
wail from her lips.
Terror drove her on, deeper and deeper away from light. As a semblance    
of composure returned, she began to rationalise. Move as fast as she can.
Keep the noise down. Her very life depended on the next few seconds. She
spared herself a moment to look over her shoulder for any sign of her
repugnant attacker. The very thought of him churned up revulsion in her
stomach. New sensations came upon her. Her thin clothes muddy and wet
through to the skin. Not important; her only logical reason to escape
was to survive. She must keep going, she must
. . .
The Alley was narrowing now and had changed direction. Dustbins were
blocking her way and she had to painfully detour around them. Occasionally,
a cat would hiss and squeal when she got too near and disturbed it's
slumber. High fences and barbed wire guarded welcoming gardens and homes
where other potentially friendly people might come to her rescue. She
contemplated screaming for help but that would only spur her hunter on
and give away her position.
With tears streaming down her face, Raven arrived at a T junction. Panic
set in again as probably one of the most crucial decisions of her life
was about to be made, which way? She strained to hear any noises behind
that might suggest that pursuit was under way but her own ragged and
hoarse breathing impeded that idea. To her right the passageway appeared
dark, unwelcoming and confined. The alley to the left looked more fruitful,
she could see . . .maybe a road at the end? Yes! A lone car just passed.
She threw her weight forward and then pulled herself up. He expects me to
go that way! More priceless moments lost as she churned the dilemma over
in her jumbled mind.
With a heavy heart, she bounced off to the right. She did not have the
time to deliberate her action. Her only priority was to exist and live.
This passageway was dark and she was not sure where it would take her.
There was slime under her good foot, the other aching badly now. Cold
sweat added to her already saturated condition, Raven had never felt so
miserable. With surprising speed, she propelled herself deeper into the
murky alley. The air was close now and the smell of stale cat urine was
strong in the atmosphere. She slipped on something mucky underfoot and
stumbled, falling noisily against a rusty dustbin and upsetting a
concealed rodent. The shock was too much to bear and she screamed,
bursting into fresh tears as she realised her hands were covered in
something quite revolting.
A noise behind her! She had been discovered! A shape appeared twenty
metres away, breathing deeply. The man growled as he saw her and edged
forward slowly, wary of his pray now but knowing she was weak and
damaged. Raven screamed again and scrambled to her feet, sheet panic
overtaking any remnants of judgement.
For a moment, she turned and held her arms out in appeasement.
"No, please . . .Please stay away" . . . She wailed. The man was enjoying
himself now, a sick grin appeared through the blood around his mouth.
Her fear was a stimulus to him and he could already feel himself
getting excited.
In a last ditch attempt to escape, Raven turned and darted off into
the alley, all she could hear was his perverted laugh following her.
Vegetation was brushing at her from both sides now as it became obvious
that the passageway had not been maintained for several years. Suddenly
she broke through and felt grassy concrete underfoot. Blindly, she ran
forward, her strength virtually dissipated by now. Panic and unadulterated
dread turned to complete and utter despair as she hammered into a chain
linked fence. There was no where else to go, she was snared like an animal
in the wild.
The Moon broke through and bathed the area in an eerie glow. Raven could
hear him, he was coming, chuckling to himself as he forced a path
through the foliage. As he emerged into the clearing, she tried to
scream, but nothing came out. Her bladder gave way but she was not
conscious of the warm wetness spreading across her groin and thighs.
Cautiously, he moved towards the girl, stimulated by her helplessness. She
was still on her feet, leaning against the fence. He could not have hoped
for a better environment and was going to make the most of this obscure
spot. Even if she did scream, it was unlikely that anyone would hear
her, and less likely that they would do anything about it.
"Time to play, Darlin'?" He rasped. Long fingernails gripped the flimsy
top and ripped it away in one swift movement. Her milky white breasts
burst free causing the man to salivate with lust. He smelt fresh urine  
on the bitch. Her lack of control heightened his excitement and he knew
that his climax was only moments away.
There was no fight left in her. The face before him was deathly pale,
the only movement being a slight trembling of the lips. He rummaged
around in his coat pocket, the click of the glinting steel blade causing
Raven to flutter her eyelids.
A grubby hand reached down and grappled with the stretchy material of
her aerobic pants that covered her belly. The man hauled upwards,
pulling the fabric sharply into her crotch. Effortlessly, the blade
pierced the nylon and the panties beneath and sliced a path all the way
up to the elastic at the waist.
As the remnants of her clothes dropped around her ankles, Raven emitted
a long piecing scream before mercifully blacking out.
---
Although Daniel liked Wade, he could not help feeling excited by his
present humiliation by Marianne. His new wife was a constant source of
amazement now and the way she was disciplining her wayward nephew left
him in awe and wonder. After all, why should he be the only Baby in the
house? Elsie, who was nursing his head in her lap, understood his
distraction from feeding as they were both watching the events unfolding
on the changing table.
When the commotion at the window happened, Daniel jumped with shock and
strained upwards. He was sure he saw something through the blinds but
did not know what it was.
"What is it?" He asked. Marianne shot him a dark look. 
"Probably a Cat, but never you mind, Baby Boy. Hurry up and finish
that milk. It's late and time you were in bed." Marianne returned to
the changing table and wiped down Wade's smooth, hairless crotch.
Silence fell between them as Marianne folded a large terry nappy and
pushed it under his bottom. A soaker pad was installed and she pinned
the diaper across his waist snugly. To Wade's shame she shook out a
pair of pull-on flesh coloured rubber pants. They had elastic waist and
leg bands. They were soft and glossy and he could smell the odour of
rubber. She held his feet in the air and slipped the rubber bloomers
over his feet and slid them down his legs. Wade could feel the rippling
rubber panties tickle his legs as they slid down. The elastics snugged
fast to his legs in little puckering waves. She made him lift up and
popped them over the thick nappies. She pulled the top of the rubber
pants over his diapers and let them pop around his waist.
 "There! What would your little tramp think of you now?" Fresh tears were
on Wade's face as he gazed at the vast rubber panty. It bulged with his
thick nappies. He looked like a baby! And felt like one! Wade felt the
rubber pants dig into his thighs and waist! They ballooned over his
nappies. The nappies spread his legs wide and the wide crotch of the
rubber pants completely covered them. He was sealed up, wetproof!
"Please don't make me wear these, I promise to be good, really, I do" . . .
Marianne only smiled down at his distraught face. Placing her rubber
gloved hand on his padded groin, she plucked his rubber pants and patted
his diapered crotch.
"There, there, Baby, don't cry. It's better being looked after by
Auntie Marianne than by her Majesty's Prison Service. If you wet your bed
in prison, they make you lie in it night after night, so after about a
month, you are lying in a real cesspool of urine. But now, when you wet
yourself at night, I'll be along in the morning to change you and wash
you, just like any other little baby needs! Won't that be nice?"
Wade whimpered as he sat up, looking down at his rubber pantied crotch,
bulging between his legs. He stayed silent after that. What came next
really frightened him.
 
Marianne slipped a pink rubber sleeping suit over his head and put his
arm in the sleeves. She pulled it over his head and stretched it down
to his waist. She made him lie down and lift up as she pulled the leg
gathers and popper crotch over his bulgy rubber pants. She pulled the
crotch together and snapped the three poppers in the wide crotch. Wade
felt the rubber caress his skin and began to get warm inside. Each slight
movement made the rubber ripple over his skin and it tickled him. The
short, puffed sleeves had elastics and Marianne pushed them up on his
arms.
When totally encased in the pink rubber material, Marianne and Elsie
laughed, clapping their hands at the same time."
Now Baby Wade, you are nappied for the night and protected with your
rubber panties and sleep suit! No more wet sheets!"
"Oh Darling, he looks totally divine!" Gushed the grey haired woman."
Two babies in the house, just perfect!" Daniel and Wade's eyes met and
both blushed with embarrassment. Marianne picked up on the reaction
immediately.
"Still shy, are we?" She laughed."I think that after a short while you
will both get used to seeing each other in nappies and rubber panties!
In this house it will be normal, don't you agree Mother?" Elsie nodded
her head.
 
"Girls wear panties, boys wear nappies and rubbers . . . Sound's about
right in my mind. Nappies keep the boys in line and stops them going out
and misbehaving themselves." She looked down sternly at Daniel who had
just finished his bottle.
"Good Boy! Is your nappy wet?" Elsie knew it was, the terry nappy that
Daniel was wearing was covered with transparent rubber pants and the
yellow staining was quite evident underneath.
Marianne looked at her watch; it was late and she was tired.
"You are a dirty, smelly little baby," she said irritably, bending over
close to his face."What are you?" Daniel looked mortified.
"I'm dirty, smelly little baby," he repeated in a whisper. He did not
like his wife in this mood, she was liable to lash out at the slightest
little transgression.
"Can you put Wade to bed while I change Daniel?" 
"Certainly Darling," Elsie was still laughing at Daniel's humiliation.
At times like this, he hated them both. Marianne pulled him to his feet
by his ear, causing him to let out a shrill yelp. As soon as the changing
table had been vacated, Daniel lay down, conscious of the warm place
left by his sniffing nephew who was being led pliantly off to his crib.
He watched the vast bulk of his rubbered bottom caused by the thick
terry nappy and winced as he realised that most of the time these days
he appeared in the same manner.
"Bottom up" . . . He obeyed Marianne's curt order while she dragged his wet
diaphanous rubber pants down to his ankles. The smell of his own urine
assailed his senses and his changing Nurse noticed his grimace.
"Not nice, is it Baby! But as you are a Baby, a big, soppy baby, you'll
just have to get used to it, as I have to." She unpinned the sodden
nappy at each side and pulled the front down.
"No Poo Poo's?" again!" . Daniel was lost in shame, not knowing where
to put his eyes. Over the last three days, he had been allowed to use
the potty, as Marianne now called the toilet. Now, it appeared that
Marianne was going to compel him to use his nappies! She shrugged as
he did not reply, pulling the wet nappy away from under his bottom and
depositing it in a pail under the changing table. With despair, he
watched her help herself to a new disposable latex glove from a
dispenser.
"Now you are a little Baby," she said, fitting the glove snugly onto her
right hand."
Mummy must check everything because I know there are things that you want
to hide . . . Now Baby, knees to your chest please and open your
legs" . . . Daniel stiffened as she coated his rectum with cold KY
Jelly.
"Relax Baby, or it will hurt you. Then you'll be crying again, won't
you?"
Daniel winced as her finger forced its way into his bowel. Marianne
grunted with effort as her knuckles bedded against her baby husband's
rim.
"Just as I thought," she sighed."Naughty Baby has been holding back,
haven't you?" Daniel earned himself a slap on his thigh for his reticence.
"Answer when I give you a question, Baby. I am too tired to play your
silly games!"
"Yes Mummy," he responded hastily."I'm sorry" . . . She mellowed at the
pathetic tone in his voice.
"Never mind," she said, smiling."Let's get you into a nice fresh night
time nappy and we will sort out your "problem" in the morning.' She
withdrew her finger and discarded the glove before briskly giving
Daniel a wipe over his hairless crotch. Liberal amounts of baby power
followed and Marianne coated his sensitive areas in zinc cream to prevent
further nappy rash. Over the last few days that Daniel had been in
nappies, he had progressively got wetter and wetter so this time she
folded an extra nappy into a pad and nested it inside the nappy she
had already prepared. Her attention was drawn to Daniel's penis that
was straining in the air.
"I'm sorry Darling," she said touchingly."I have not got the energy
tonight" . . . Marianne stroked it gently."Tomorrow, after your enema" . . .
"Enema?" Daniel cried."Please . . .Mummy! No Enema!" Puzzled, the Nurse
looked down at his anguished face. Poor Wade was listening to her every
word in terror!
"What have you got against an enema? You are all blocked up." 
"Please, not that. Let me go to the toilet Mummy. Don't do that to me.
Not that." Her eyes clouded over and Daniel could see her temples
twitching.
"I thought we had already decided that you were going to do what you
are told?" Her voice was quiet and menacing. Daniel realised he had gone
too far and felt his cock deflate under her increased grip. She started
to hurt him."
Lift your bottom. In an electric atmosphere, she pinned up his thick
nappy and pulled his wet rubber pants back over the diaper. they were
smelling of ammonia.
Wife and husband shot each other hostile stares, Marianne winning each
time as Daniel retreated into his own misery. To finish off his
humiliation, she placed a dummy between his lips.
"There! You look like a baby now! Daniel you are a baby. Babies don't
argue with their Mummies. They might not like everything that Mummy
does for them but Mummy always knows best. Mummy gets very, very angry
when Baby starts acquiring rebellious traits. Don't you agree?" Her
voice had developed a new dangerous tone that totally cowered the baby
beneath her. Daniel nodded, not risking speech in case his dummy fell
out.
"As a punishment," Marianne pondered, pointing at the mattress lying on
the floor."You will sleep here the night. That is, if you do sleep. Sit up."
Marianne reached under the changing table . She held up a pink rubber sleep
suit like the one she put on Wade. This one had a hood to go over his head
and a drawstring to tie under his chin. She slipped his arms in the
puckering sleeves and put his head through. Carefully she pulled it
down his body and fasted the crotch poppers over his rubber pants.
She reached into the pail and retrieved a wet nappy and folded it into
the rubber hood. She pulled the hood over his head, adjusting the side
until they covered his cheeks. She tied it briskly under his chin. The
wet diaper, reeking of ammonia was plastered to the back of his head.
As he moved, the odour of the reeking nappy filled his nostrils. He
teared up, not having had this punishment before.
A humiliated Daniel quietly allowed his domineering wife to restrain
his wrists. When she was satisfied that he was secure, Marianne scorned
him..
"Lie face down, I've another surprise for you."
With increasing alarm, he felt his rubber sleep suit unsnapped and
his rubber pants pulled down. His nappy was unpinned. He froze, believing
that he was in for another thrashing and begged her not to spank.
"I would if I had the strength," Marianne said, reading his mind."But I
have decided to use something a little more sophisticated on you. Shall
we say . . . A punishment to fit the crime?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel watched his wife don a latex glove and
break open a cellophane packet. His buttocks were pulled roughly apart and
for the second time that night, his most private opening was entered. He
could feel her finger push several suppositories deep into his rectum.
Marianne pinned his nappies tightly, pulled his rubber pants over them,
sealing them up and snapped his sleep suit at the crotch. She led him
over to the rubber covered mattress and made him lie down on his front.
"I hope, after you have spent, what I believe will be an uncomfortable
night here, you might be more receptive to Mummy's wisdom in future,
won't you?' She crouched down and patted the back of his rubber pants."
I was going to give you a little enema tomorrow, followed by a trip to t
he potty, but not now, not after your dissension." She poked the nappy
above his rectum."
You have a couple of suppositories inside you. If you are wise, you will
allow them to work. Then you will know what a baby really feels like." She
rose, going to the window and opening it.
"A little air to keep the nursery fresh tonight. Excuse me if I don't
kiss you. I don't fancy what you've got wrapped in your hood! Nite Nite
Baby. Try and get some sleep!"
She turned off the light and left her miserable husband and nephew to
their distress.
---
Excited by her narrow escape, Rachel drove out of the West End, her mind in
turmoil. What a woman! Turning two men into adult babies. Making them
wear nappies and rubber pants!
She was not tired; in fact she was on a high, a dull, constant ache
radiated from her vagina, partly from frustration, partly from physical
abuse. Tonight, that little bitch will be hers. Hers to use and degrade
as she saw fit. Oh how she longed to have her own Sex Slave. She would
have the little cow licking her boots! 
It took her only twelve minutes to reach Raven's apartment block. Luckily
the traffic was light otherwise she might easily have had an accident,
her thoughts being so distracted. Fresh wetness had soaked her panties
and she could now smell her own passion that goaded her desire on.
The third floor windows were dark that suggested that the girl was
asleep. That did not bother her, she would just catch her unawares.
Rachel locked the car and walked into the apartment lobby. Once it had
been locked but on a casual inspection she could see the remains of old
splintered wood. The Landlord obviously did not care to spend any more
money in this run down neighbourhood. The stairs were bare of carpet and
smelt of stale urine. The Security Guard noticed that some bored vandal
had kicked several holes in the banister rails as she climbed up towards
the third floor. She was grateful for the dirty light bulbs that were
still intact and illuminated her passage.
A simple push button bell in the centre of the door had a hand written
paper sticker underneath saying "R. Hall". Not very worldly, mused
Rachel. She depressed the button, leaving the shrill bell the other side
of the door sounding for several seconds. More seconds passed and yet
more. Rachel could not discern any disturbance in the flat that might
suggest that Raven was awake. Again she pressed the bell, leaving it
ringing for twice as long. She finished it off with some loud rapping
on the door. She must have heard that, Rachel fumed to herself, or maybe
she's out? The little whore is out on the tiles? For a minute, she paced
on the landing, her mind refusing to accept this upset in her plans.
She tried the door, a cheap lock that was just waiting to be smashed
down but it was not in her plan to break in and face potential problems
with the Police. Here, she had to keep a low profile to put her master
scheme into effect.
She turned to go, and a passing thought crossed her mind. A grubby
coconut mat lay in front of the door, probably there for more years
than Raven had been alive. Rachel peered underneath it, not too surprised
that that a key was absent. She looked for other concealed places,
reaching up to run her hand along the dusty door frame.
Presto! The foolish girl was true to form. The Yale key fitted the lock
and the door swung inwards. Quickly, she entered the darkened flat and
closed the door silently behind her, scrabbling around in the blackness
to find the electric switch. With light on, she moved through the
apartment quickly, just to get her bearings. Three large rooms, a
bedroom, a lounge and a kitchen diner, all in a reasonably decorated
state, but was she untidy! Mess was everywhere, old fast food packages
in the lounge and kitchen, dirty dishes piled in the sink. Rachel
smiled to herself. Miss Raven Hall certainly did need taking in hand!
She returned to the bedroom, a vast pile of dirty clothes were stacked
in the corner. Raven obviously did not like washing, she preferred to
steal fresh clothes, Rachel reflected. She picked up pair of soiled
panties and sniffed them, fresh erotic thoughts flooded over her. She had
a slutty smell, the smell of a whore who does not wash after sex. The
bed was a mess, sheets dishevelled and stained with semen and other
marks. Several items caught her interest and she bent over to pick up a
pair of handcuffs made of leather. So, Raven liked to play kinky games,
she mused.
Her interest aroused, Rachel started to rummage through some of the
cupboards and drawers in the spacious bedroom. Items that caught her
interest were stacks of pornographic magazines, mainly consisting of
nude men in various states of excitement. Amyl Nitrate capsules, condoms
and various vibrators were in another drawer. Even Rachel shook her head
in disbelief at the girl's sex drive.
For the next two hours, she searched the apartment, her primary interest
now was to find any family, close or otherwise, who might have some ties
to the girl. There was nothing. No record of a mother or a father, uncles
or aunts. No photos of a personal nature suggesting that the girl had any
sort of family life. There were no letters, no mention in the phone book
of a Mum or Dad. Either the family had lost track of their wayward
daughter, or they just did not care. What she did find, however, was a
full birth certificate stating that an Emily and Richard Hall were the
child's natural parents and that Raven had been born in Calgary, Canada!
Rachel could not believe her luck! Her whole mind now was centred on
Raven's abduction and eventual captivity. Her own Sex Slave with no
one interested at all as to her whereabouts!!
Fatigue, like a heavy blanket, crossed over her eyes and Rachel suddenly
felt very tired. Her own warm bed beckoned her for the remaining three
hours before she had to get up for work. She checked in her pocket for
the latch key. That she would keep, believing that it was only the
emergency key by the amount of dust that had coated it in the hiding
place. She would be able to help herself anytime to the little vixen
whenever she wanted!
Turning the lights out, she pulled the front door behind her with a
bang before getting one of the major shocks of her life. Standing before
her were two policemen, both with grim expressions of their faces.
"Could you give us your name, Madam?" One of them asked. 
Rachel felt herself go weak as her knees buckled beneath her.
Rachel Spencer was not the only woman in town who was tired. Three miles
away in Kilburn General Hospital, Agency Nurse, Caroline Lee was having
a rough night in the Intensive Care department. The only work available
this week was the graveyard shift, from midnight to eight and they
had already had three new patients to care for. One, an eighty year old
lady who had set herself, and her flat on fire, had just died and she was
now shrouding the corpse and packing away the electronic monitors. Silly
old dear, she sighed.
She looked across at the adjacent bed at the fat figure of a sixty year
old man who had suffered a stroke, like half the other patients in her
spacious unit. Now he was stable, but she did not believe he would last
the night.
The doors burst open and two grinning orderlies wheeled in another
trolley. Her heart fell, so much for her quiet night.
"Another one for you," the taller of the orderlies leered at the short,
tubby Nurse. The patient was sedated and had been fitted with a plaster
caste on an ankle and an arm. Her interest rose when she saw that the
patient was female, and young. Probably in her teens. Her head was
heavily bandaged, partially hiding her pretty but pale face.
"Put her over there," she said coldly to the orderlies. She knew this
pair, they were insufferable idiots. They had very little respect for
the sick, treating all the patients with contempt. She briefly glanced
over the chart.
Severe Concussion, Fracture of the arm and leg. Caroline sighed, poor
girl, she thought. A brief glance over the notes for a clue how it had
happened, but it was not mentioned. There had been a police report and
no doubt they would be wanting to interview her as soon as she was
awake. The taller of the two orderlies must have read her mind.
"She was found in a back alley, almost completely naked, beaten up
and raped. Apparently screamed the neighbourhood down while he was
doing it." Caroline looked up at him with loathing in her eyes. A
smirk was painted on his face, as if the thought of the poor girl's
suffering was a source of amusement to him.
"Get out!" She shouted, her temper almost uncontrollable."Get back to
the hole you crawled out of!" Both orderlies laughed and shrugged their
shoulders, before slouching out, with their hands in their pockets.
"Are all men really animals?' She seriously asked herself. Biting her
lower lip to get a grip on her rage, she checked the girl's medication.
A strong painkiller had been administered in Casualty, but the sedation
had not been that strong, she might wake up . . . A peek at the face
under the bandage revealed that the patient was already awake. The head
was still but the eyes were rolling around, taking in her new
surroundings. Checking her notes again, the short tubby Oriental
Nurse smiled down at the worried face below.
"Hello. How are you feeling?" The girl did not reply for a moment.
Assimilating her environment.
"My head hurts." Her voice was weak and forlorn. Caroline's heart went
out to her.
"You've had an" . . . She hesitated for a moment, deciding not to inflict
any painful memories on the child."...accident."
You have been hit on the head and your leg and arm have been broken.
"Am I in the hospital?" 
"That's right. Every thing is going to be all right now. After a few days
with us, you'll be back at home."
The girl frowned and looked puzzled.
"Home? Where is home?" The plump Nurse was dismayed. 
"You don't remember?" 
"No.." 
"You know what your name is, don't you?" The teenager's face broke up as
she tried to concentrate.
"No! I don't remember what my name is . . . I don't remember anything!" 
"There, there. Calm down Raven. Raven is your name. After a good night's
sleep you will start to recall things." The smile on Caroline's face hid
the consternation that she was feeling. This pretty girl was suffering
total amnesia, and might never remember anything that happened before
this night for the rest of her life!
---
"Rachel," she replied too quickly. She had to control her panic. Act
composed, act calm, she told herself. The policemen looked at her
quizzically.
"Are you related to Raven Hall?" The police officer asked, his voice
nervous, but gentle. Her thoughts raced, churning over the possibilities
in front of her. They were noticing her hesitation.
"Yes, " she eventually replied, lying easily."It's late, I'm worried about
her. Is she in trouble?"
The other policeman waved an arm.
"Not with the law Madam. I'm afraid she's had an accident. She was
attacked on the way home tonight and is now in a stable condition at
Kilburn General." All of Rachel's acting skills went into operation,
taking advantage of her tiredness and the poor lighting.
"Oh my God!" She wailed, burying her hands in her face."Poor Child, how
did it happen?"
She listened open mouthed to the watered down version of the attack.
Eventually being reassured that the police were doing everything in
their power to apprehend the assailant.
"I must go to the hospital immediately," she said. The officers nodded
sympathetically. One of them produced a notebook and pen.
"Mrs. Rachel . . .?" He asked. Crocodile tears rolled down her cheeks
as she sniffled and searched for a paper tissue in her pocket.
"Rachel Hall, Raven is my baby, I am her mother."
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Wade did not think that he had ever been so happy. The day was beautiful
and he was back at his childhood home in the vast American Midwest.
Everything was so serene. Dad was reading a newspaper on the lawn,
Mum was hanging clothes out on the line humming a Beatles number. The
day was hot, but not overbearing. Pretty butterflies fluttered from one
dazzling flower to the next.
Wade played gaily by himself, a tall oak tree towering over the sandpit
where he was testing out his brand new dumper truck. His best birthday
present, and the biggest! The bright yellow toy was being put through
its paces in the damp sand as it cleared a trench eight inches across.
"Brumm, Brumm," he imitated the sound of the mighty diesel motor that
powered his new truck. Oh! How he wished he could drive a real one,
when of course he was grown up like Daddy!
He looked down at himself. They were not the legs and arms that he had
when he was a five year old. His legs were long, the sun having turned
them a chestnut colour. The veins on the back of his hands were
jutting and prominent, similar to what a seventeen year old, would
expect to have.
Confusion set in. Why was it his fifth birthday when he was really
seventeen? The details did not appear to be important, he was having
too good a time. Sand was irritating his bare thigh and some had wormed
it's way under the tight sealing band of his thick rubber pants. Wade
dropped the truck and sat back on his bottom, the thick towelling
diapers easily absorbing his 75 kilo weight and ran his fingers under
the rubber pants, trying to dislodge the annoying sand. He wailed his
frustration, causing his mother to hurry over, a worried frown on her
pretty face.
"What's the matter Honey?" She asked, picking him up and cradling him
in her arms. She smelled wonderful, that special smell that only Mother
can have. He was a good three inches taller than her, but she did not
notice the weight, supporting his bottom through his thighs and wrapping
her other arm around his shoulders. Trudi's full lips kissed him on the
forehead.
"Don't cry Baby, Mummy's here, I'll look after you," she whispered in his
ear. Wade jumped in fright as his father's voice boomed across the lawn.
"Stop pampering that boy! He is completely spoiled!" The newspaper had
been discarded now and Dad was coming towards them, waving his arms in
anger. Wade felt his Mother tighten her grip on him, scowling at her
spouse.
"Leave him alone. You are frightening him!" She rebutted.
"Just look at him Woman! Seventeen years old and still in rubber pants
and diapers, playing with children's toys and sucking his thumb. Why
don't you let him grow up?"
Wade watched his father throw down his arms in disgust and frustration,
turn on his heel and storm off. Mother smiled down at his terrified
face, planting another kiss on his cheek.
"Nasty man," she whispered."Wants to take my baby away. Like those
police officers, they wanted to take you away as well. You will always
be my Baby. As long as you want to be!" Her hand squeezed the diaper
between his legs, detecting the sogginess beneath.
"You're you wet, Cherub?" There was no reproach in her voice, only
anxiety. He nodded and she carried him off in the direction of the
big house.
"I have a surprise for you. Guess who's come to see you on your
birthday? Someone special, from England." The excitement in her voice
was evident but Wade was baffled; he did not know anyone from England,
where ever that was. Maybe they had brought him more presents, he
pondered.
The hall was massive, he had never remembered it this big. Dad's suit of
armour frightened him and he shrank into Mother's chest even more.
Bright balloons were everywhere, Mother had gone to a lot of trouble
to make this a day to remember. Ester, the maid walked past, carrying a
vast tray of Jelly that Birthday Boy and all his friends would soon be
consuming.
As they made their way up the stairs, Wade heard a female voice,
yelling out in pain, real pain. There was somebody else shouting, followed
by the terrified scream again. He stiffened in his Mother's arms.
"What's that Mommy?' She looked serious and Wade started to feel
slightly insecure.
"Your Aunty has brought her baby with her from England, and she has been
a very naughty girl. She is getting a spanking." Wade could not
understand why the poor girl was being so mistreated. He began to get
really scared now and gazed up at Trudi.
"You're not going to spank me are you?" Her eyes looked strange and
distant, as if she did not want to answer his question. He wished, Oh
he wished so hard she would smile and reassure him. She did, but he
noticed there was not the fervent confidence in her any more.
When they arrived at the landing, the shrieks and screams had gotten
louder and more hysterical. He had heard that cry before, but could
not place it. It was coming from the guest room. Mother hurried past,
tying to shelter him from the horrors within but Wade still managed
to get a glimpse through the half open door.
His heart leapt in his chest at the sight of his friend, Raven. She was
naked, face down and kneeling on top of the bed. Her arms had been
fastened behind her back by some familiar leather wrist harnesses
and a woman dressed in a Nurse's uniform stood over her, wielding
a riding crop. Raven's face turned towards the door as he passed,
the eyes red and tear stained.
"Help me!" She begged. Her buttocks were criss crossed with vivid
whip marks and a pair of clear plastic pants were still attached
around her ankles. Wade was paralysed with dread and certainly
did not want to get involved. There was something terribly menacing
by the Nurse. He had seen her before somewhere?
The next room was his Nursery. Mother had kept in like it was since
the day he was born. The pale blue wallpaper was still looking as
fresh as the day that it was installed. Smiling Teddy Bears, some
threadbare, were crowded on top of a dresser. In a corner, was a
vast pile of colourful and varied toys. The furniture was the same,
that is in appearance. The cot, with white steel bars, the changing
table, the high chair and the Rocking Horse were all there, as he
remembered them, but something was wrong? The Scale! That was it!
Everything was adult size! Was he really still in diapers after
all these years. While these and other fears were coursing through
his mind, his Mother laid him gently down on the padded rubber
surface of the changing table.
The sound of chastisement had ceased from the guest room, he could not
even hear Raven crying any more. Mother pulled his T shirt up,
scolding him for getting sand everywhere. She prodded the thick
towelling between his legs. The rubber pants stuck to the wet
diapers.
"You are very wet, aren't you uncomfortable?" Wade nodded, feeling
the clammy dampness around his groin."Aunty says she will help you
to get dry during the day and the night, isn't that nice of her?"
Another wave of dread washed over the teenager. He did not want
anything to do with Aunty's methods.
"Lift your bottom, Honey. . . ."
 She cooed in a treacle voice. She pulled the heavy rubber pants
down and left them loose around his ankles. Her fingers quickly
worked at the giant pins that fastened his terry diaper and within
seconds she had pulled the sodden cloth away.
However, her manner changed immediately when she saw he was
sporting a huge erection, in fact, bigger than Wade had ever
seen it before. He looked down at himself, feeling the almost
uncomfortable ache coming from his immensely swollen protrusion,
then glanced up at his Mother. Her eyes were staring, watering
over in fact and her mouth set in a grim line.
"You are disgusting!" She spat."Don't you realise I am your Mother!
Here you are behaving like some pervert!" She was visibly upset now,
and burst into tears. Wade felt dreadful, he had never meant to hurt
her. Try as he might, the erection would not go down. The opposite
was happening, the glands swelled to an unproportionate size and
seminal discharge bubbled at the tip. Wade put out his hand and
touched her, trying to console. She painfully slapped his hand
and backed away, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"You really have gone too far this time, Baby. I don't mind your
bedwetting, your wet and mucky shorts, your shoplifting, your
lying" . . . She paused in her tirade for a moment, to gather her
thoughts and regain her breath."
But when you start waving that revolting thing in my face, I
start to despair about you." In panic, Wade touched himself,
trying to make it disappear, but his Mother shrieked, believing
he was starting to play with himself.
"Right! I am going to let Marianne deal with you !...." 
"No!" Screamed Wade. Too late, Mother had stormed out of the
Nursery. In panic, he tried to escape, but could not leave his
back, finding he did not have the strength to roll over. He was
hopelessly stuck. The more he struggled, the more exhausted he
got, his T shirt bunching up under his arms and the rubber pants
securely retarding any leg movement.
Angry words were being exchanged on the landing and the thump-thump
of footsteps approaching the Nursery got louder and louder. His
bladder and bowels felt weak and he started furiously sucking
on his thumb, finding little succour there.
Marianne seemed to float into the room. Looking beautiful and deadly
at the same time. Her long blond hair stretched back and tied neatly
in a bun at the back of her head, partially hidden by the starched
Nurse's cap. Her tailored red tunic showed every curve of her
hourglass figure and stopped just above the knee. A bibbed white
rubber apron was positioned over her ample breasts that appeared
to strain outwards, the red tunic hardly able to contain them.
This was a very different Marianne to the tired, frustrated Aunt
he had last seen, whenever that was. The woman above him, with
the large shiny eyes was vivacious, awake and vibrant. The face
glowed with exhilaration at the pathetic weakling beneath her.
Another figure breezed into the room. Wade's spirits rose when he saw
it was Raven. Her face was refreshed with no trace of tears now. Her
arms were still locked behind her back. She was wearing a pair of tight,
clear plastic panties that gripped her naked body. She bore no marks
of her recent vicious beating, the skin smooth and tight on her
perfect adolescent frame. Wade allowed his eyes to feast on
her plastic covered pubic mound, with it's tight patch of
curly black hairs. Her vulva winked at him and he could see that
she was stimulated. Her breasts jutted out, mainly due to her
shoulders being stretched backwards and the boy yearned for
their comfort. Their eyes met and Wade felt dreadful. The message
was clear: Where were you when I needed you? The tables turned
now, Raven was relishing in Wade's degradation.
Marianne pointed at the erect penis, tut-tutting and shaking her
head at the same time.
"Poor Baby Wade, still wearing diapers but wanting to be a man.
No wonder Trudi is so sad. She wants you to stay a Baby for ever."
Each word grated on his senses, each one grinding him further and
further into the mire and slime. Still his penis continued to
throb, further nourished by fresh humiliation."
Your Mother has asked me to punish you, what do you say to
that? She does not want you at home anymore, she wants you to
come and live with me in England, won't that be nice?" Wade was
dumbstruck, shaking his head from side to side in disbelief.
Raven was laughing, loving every minute of his indignity.
Marianne held up a clean white terry towel. 
"In England we call them Nappies, not diapers. All big smelly
babies like you need Nappies. We believe putting a nappy on a
habitual bedwetter and pants pooper has the proper remedial
effect. Don't you agree, Baby Wade?" He was mortified and turned his
gaze towards Raven who had managed to extract herself from the
leather wrist restraints and was holding them out to him. With
a hand behind his neck, she threw him forward, easily forcing both
hands behind his back. Within moments, he was uncomfortably
trapped; totally at the mercy of the two women over him. The Nurse
folded the diapers and lifted his hips while Raven sprinkled
Baby powder down onto his erect penis. The diaper was pinned on
loosely, too loosely, Wade thought and he knew it would fall off
when he was allowed off the changing table.
"There! Big Baby has got his nappy on," beamed Marianne. She smiled
at Raven.
"What do you think of your boyfriend now?" 
"I think," she giggled."All the other kids at the party are going
to tease such a grown up wearing a nappy and sissy rubber pants.
And when they see this" . . . She slid a hand under the folds of
diapers and grabbed his distended organ."They will really crack
up!" Her hand rested there and Wade was intensely aware of the
heat radiating from it.
Marianne produced a feeding bottle with some rather nasty looking
liquid inside and started feeding him with it. Her eyes had changed
colour, looking darker and more venomous. He felt her fingernails
at the back of his head digging into his scalp. Never had he
perceived such helplessness.
"All your friends will see you in nappies Wade, but that won't
be very humbling without them being used for the purpose intended,
will it? This is a little something. . . ."
 She wriggled the bottle."To make sure that you are well and truly mocked
by all your friends." The bottle emptied all too fast, Wade
not really tasting it but sensing its oiliness.
Almost instantaneously, Wade's lower torso was twisted with a
crampy pain and he tried to reel off the table but Raven's firm
grip of his penis held him glued to the rubber surface.
"I think it's working," grinned the teenage girl. Horrified,
Wade stared down at his diaper as his bladder burst and warm
urine flooded into the thirsty cloth. The brilliant white
gradually turned yellow as he continued to void. Wisps of
foul smelling steam rose off the sodden surface and under
the two women's contemptuous gaze, the boy shrank away in
shame. Raven's hand started to move, up and down in a milking
motion, always staring intently into his eyes.
"Mummy keeps me in nappies too. When I dirty them, I get a
real beating." Her words were uttered in a whisper, but Wade
heard each and every one of them."Do you want to poo as well?" 
Another cramp, this time stronger and more powerful. Nurse Marianne
was replacing his rubber pants with a pair of transparent plastic
ones. She slid them quickly up his legs and pulled them up to
completely cover his diapers. Marianne pushed the elastic legs
of the plastic pants high on his thighs. They puffed out and
puckered around his smooth thighs. The yellow of his wet diapers
could plainly be seen.
"We want all your party friends to see what a Baby you are. We
want them all to see what happens to thieves and Bedwetters."
With a cry of anguish, he let his bowels vacant into the nappy.
Appalled, he felt solid slimy mass invade his diaper, stretching
it out. A revolting fresh smell invaded his faculties and he
gazed up the two malevolent faces.
"You really are the most repugnant creature I've ever come across."
Spat Marianne as she tidied the clear pants across his diaper. The
elasticised bands at the waist and legs were tight and biting and
she nudged his shame even further by peering at the mess effectively
trapped within.
His penis was at bursting point now. Raven placed her hand firmly
on his plastic pantied crotch, rubbing and massaging his penis
underneath. With a howl, he ejaculated, the soiled diapers holding
this final discharge competently. Wade started crying as Raven
withdrew her hand.
"I don't want to go to the party like this . . ."
 The front door bell rang. 
"Come on," Marianne said."Your guests are arriving." She picked him
up, support his soiled derriere with her hand."
We will go down to the front door and welcome them and you will get
lots of presents, won't that be nice?"
"Please, don't make me! I don't want to go!" Wade wailed. Marianne
started shaking him in anger, shaking repeatedly.
"You are going, everyone is going to see what a poohy, pissy Baby
you are." Wade screamed and howled, trying to beat on her chest.
"I don't want a party, I don't want a party!" he blubbered and
messed his diapers again.
"Wake up Wade, you are talking in your sleep!" Marianne was kneeling
by the mattress, shaking his shoulder."Did you have a nightmare?" For
many seconds, Wade gawked up at her.
"There is no party?" Marianne looked puzzled.
"Party? What are you talking about?" He shook his head, trying to
compose himself. "Seems you have just had a bad dream, that's all.
Let's get you up and changed." She hauled back the duvet and
stared in astonishment. Wade's hand was deep inside the front of
his sleeping suit, and disappearing into his fouled nappy. She
dragged his hand out and inspected the fresh semen coating his
fingers.
"You pathetic, little wanker!" She seethed."Now you really have
earned yourself a good flogging!"
---
It was not till Rachel was in the hospital that a doctor pulled her
to one side and told her about her Raven's Amnesia. A great sigh of
relief poured out of the Security Officer. It had been a nervous
journey in the police car, Rachel obliged to accept the 'kind'
offer of a lift to see her 'daughter' but Rachel was not too sure
that she was ready to meet Raven under these circumstances. The
police had been so thoughtful; even accompanying her all the way
into hospital and introducing her to the Doctor handling her
"daughter's" case. Amnesia! Things could not have turned out
better! Another great blessing in her master plan.
After suitably impressing the tired young doctor with her anxiety
and concern over her daughter's plight, she was guided off to the
ward where Raven was lying. En route, Rachel listened carefully to
the doctor's description of her daughter's condition. Carefully
soaking up every little detail that she might put to her advantage
at a later date. In Raven's case, nobody could predict when a
recovery would occur but they thought for at least the next three
month's, the amnesia would prevail.
The tired Chinese Nurse tidied the pillows behind Raven and glanced
up as Rachel and the doctor approached the bed. Immediately there
was something she did not like about the skinny middle-aged female.
Exactly what, she did not know. Just something was not right.
"Hello Darling," said Rachel, sitting on the bed next to Raven and
clasping her hand. The teenager looked hopelessly lost as she
stared at the strange woman in front of her.
"Raven," the Doctor said soothingly."It's your mother. Try not to
be confused if you don't remember her. It will all come back soon."
Raven stared back at the unknown face in front of her. She had seen
this woman before, she was sure of it! Her spirits lifted and
she managed to smile. At last she had found someone who knew
her, her mother.
The small talk continued, the Doctor and Caroline retiring to
get on with the rest of the ward's business.
Caroline watched from afar. Something in the Mother's manner
she found disturbing, but she could not put her finger on it.
Maybe she was just being neurotic; it had been a long day.
---

Marianne shook her pretty head in despair. She had little
sympathy for the look of terror on Wade's face.
"Now you are for it," she spat."Not only are you a Bedwetter, a thief,
you are also a Wanker. What did I tell you last night?" Wade was
dumbstruck. He had never felt so useless, so helpless. His Aunt,
dressed in her Nurse's uniform, wrinkled her nose in disgust as
she ripped open the popper's on his night suit.
"You really are in a state, aren't you?" He was, and he knew
exactly what she was talking about. He could feel the tactile
sensation of soiling around his bottom. A feeling he could hardly
remember from his Babyhood days.
"Well?" She looked at him, well aware how he was feeling at the moment.
But she was puzzled, puzzled as to why he was in such a condition.
"I had a dream," he blurted out, nearly in tears."I was a baby again,
and I found it . . .nice." Wade was desperately ashamed and could
not look at his dominating Aunt.
"So 'nice'," prompted Marianne."That you played with yourself in
your sleep?" Mortified, he nodded. A quick glance up at the Nurse
told him there was little sympathy in her eyes. She reached down
and reconnected the poppers at his crotch.
"So, you like being a Baby?" Silence reigned."OK then," she continued.
"Starting today, and till further notice, you will be a Baby, a real
Baby. You know what that means?" Wade looked at her; wondering what
her diabolical mind had in store for him now.
"That means you'll stay helpless; feeble and pathetic like a real
tiny baby. How does that sound?" Wade could say nothing, just staring
at her in complete disbelief."
you'll move around only on your hands and knees. you'll not talk or
use your hands for anything, expect to play with toys."
Marianne was enjoying herself now, mainly because her theory had been
proved right. All men were babies; some though did not realise it yet.
Marianne mused on the famous words of Anna Jameson: 'Childhood sometimes
does pay a second visit to man; youth never'. Hardly 'sometimes', she
thought. By the sight of this teenager, it was not that many years ago
that he first wore nappies. Another lengthy session in them will do him
a lot of good. The teenager's face broke up with dismay and tragedy.
"Please Marianne," he wailed. "Don't treat me like this" . . . 


Over a cup of coffee at breakfast, Marianne admitted that she had gone
to far now to turn back, the die was cast for Daniel and Wade's
babyfication must be intensified. Elsie confessed her age ruled
her out of constant help as far as the two infantile charges in the
house were concerned, but wouldn't mind lending a hand at irregular
intervals.
"A Nanny, that's what we need!" Marianne slapped the table top hard.
"Why didn't I think of that before?" Elsie's eyes lit up.
"Good idea, but by the nature of the work, she must be a trained nurse.
Where can we find one of them?" She asked.
"Mrs. Wilson will know someone," Marianne said confidently."I'll phone
her. But could you please help me with Daniel this morning? It would be
so soul destroying for the big sissy to have his Mother in Law dispense
his 'treatment' this morning."
"It would be a pleasure my dear," Elsie smiled, her heart leaping in
her chest at the thought of a 'session' with her Son in Law. And what
a Session it would be!


"Ready?" Daniel cringed at the smile on Elsie's face. Bright and Breezy,
she stamped into the Nursery with the swollen Enema Bag. She smiled at
the nappy still jammed into his mouth. What with his arms being
restrained behind him, the poor man must have spent a miserable night
on the mattress. His tired and dark rimmed eyes screwed up with
puzzlement as she positioned the rubber bag high up on the stand.
"Had you forgotten? Yesterday Marianne promised you an Enema?" Elsie
read his mind and removed the stale nappy from his mouth.
"There! Would you like a bottle?" He was very thirsty and nodded his
head, his mouth still too dry to form words. What indignity was his
Mother in Law about to inflict on him? While he chewed on the rubber
teat in his mouth, Elsie fitted herself with a white rubber apron
and donned a pair of long rubber gloves.
With hands on hips, she looked down at him. The suppositories that
Marianne had administered last night had done their job and she could
see his shame staining around his padded crotch. A quite smile played
across her face as she fondly remembered her husband. Many a morning
she had entered the nursery to find John in this same state. The tender
memories stirred by her Son-in-law in soiled nappies brought back
recollections of her loving relationship that they had possessed.
Even after years of wearing nappies, day in, day out, he still had
that humble hurt expression on his face. Daniel held that same look
now. Inside probably totally humiliated and degraded by the vast
bulky nappy but in the long run it would all be for the best.
Marianne's handling of his babyhood had been exemplary and she had
taken to the task like a duck to water. Now, with a docile, obedient
husband, she was turning her natural dominant and maternal skills on
 her nephew who was rapidly starting to tow the line.
With genuine compassion, she released Daniel from his restraint and
he moaned as fresh blood entered his stiff limbs. Marianne had been
a little severe in her penance. But she did not want to interfere.
Marianne's designs must be tailored to suit her own ends.
"Lift your bottom. . ." Daniel eyes sparkled with tears as Elsie's
fingers gripped the waistband of his waterproof pants.
"Please don't change me," he whispered. Any composure was totally
gone now and the extreme shame he was now experiencing was
overbearing. Elsie smiled with satisfaction at his pathetic begging.
This was what Babyfication was all about: Humiliation and forced
servitude was the order of the day. Physical discomfort was to be
used under exceptional circumstances.
"Are we shy?" She cooed. Daniel's upper lip quivered in fear."Your
Mummy can't care for you all the time so I am going to look after
you this morning." In panic, he clutched for his plastic pants, swiping
away mother-in-law's hands at the same time.
"Now, now Baby," she said sternly."I don't want to have to call
Marianne, do I?" The threat hung in the air for a moment before
the defiance faded.
"Good Baby!" She chirped. Elsie struggled slightly with the pants.
Although large, they had never been designed to fit over such a
expansive bulk. The tussle over, the dirty plastic garment was
discarded and Daniel submitted to Elsie's ministration. As the
nappy was unpinned and his bottom washed, Daniel remained with
his eyes screwed together; the indignity of the nappy change
engulfed his senses like a blanket. Try as he might, deliberate
caressing of his damp penis soon resulted in the shameful
erection that he was so hard trying to avert.
"Oh Daniel!" Elsie scolded, gripping his penis and brandished it
from side to side."What would your Mummy say if she saw this?" He stared
up at her, fresh terror in his face.
"No! Don't tell her. . . She wouldn't understand if. . ." His voice
trailed off as Elsie smiled and pecked him on the forehead.
"I'm sure we can come to some agreement. You are an attractive boy,
Marianne is a lucky girl having a big pretty baby like you."
Daniel gasped as her grip tightened on his cock; fresh discharge oozed
from the tip. The Grandmother, with years of experience behind her,
knew how to physically excite a man and exact pressures were applied
under and around the glands. Within ten seconds, Daniel's orgasm
splattered over his belly as his reservations broke down entirely.
Elsie, lifted her sticky fingers to her nose, inhaling deeply and
savouring the memory of days long gone. She allowed her mind to wander
while granting Daniel a short respite to recover.
"Did you enjoy that?" She whispered. Daniel smiled up at her, the
child glimmering in his eyes.
"Right," she continued; a more business like tone in her voice
now."Time for your Enema, are you ready?"


Caroline looked up at Raven as she fitted a lone shoe over a
solitary white sock. Raven shuffled in the wheel chair, a nervous
twitch in her manner.
"I'll miss you," Caroline said. Raven smiled at the Nurse.
"You're the only real friend I've got. Two weeks in this hospital
and apart from Mother, you're the only other person who's been
involved in my life " Raven sighed, glancing at her watch."Mother's
late. . ."
"When your memory returns, you'll remember lots of people who
love you." She tidied the skirt over the slim knees."Are you going
to be all right with her?" Raven smiled.
"You don't like her, do you?" The Nurse stood and turned
her eyes away.
"It's not that; I just don't trust her. But. . . I should not be
saying this. I'm sure she'll look after you very well." There was
no sincerity in her voice and a silent period fell between them.
Caroline spoke first.
"I'm leaving the hospital next week to work in a private
home."
"I'm sure the hospital will miss you," Raven remarked. Caroline
laughed.
"Nonsense! They'll just phone the agency. My new post has just two
patients. Well," she hesitated."Not really patients. My employer
insists her husband and nephew are completely subjugated in the home."
"Eh? What do you mean?" Raven looked puzzled. Caroline looked
bashful and nervously giggled.
"They are kept as big babies as the ultimate method of control.
My job will be to feed, dress, and wash them, giving my employer
a rest now and then."
"Seems a novel way of keeping men under supervision," laughed
Raven, colour blossoming out on her cheeks.
"My sentiments exactly," the Nurse replied."I'm looking forward to
it. Patients who don't answer back! The once wandering husband is
30 years old and goes to work everyday still wearing the nappies
under his suit trousers! The sixteen year shoplifter has been
locked up in a 'Nursery' at home and is being rehabilitated with
some firm babyfication." They chuckled together but a faint alarm,
bell rang somewhere deep within Raven's subconscious. Did she ever
know such a boy?
"Good! You are ready." Nurse and patient were surprised by Rachel
who had approached the bed silently. While Raven smiled at her
'mother', Caroline ignored her, the hostility evident between
the three.
"I've taken three weeks off work to make sure you have the best possible
care at home," Rachel beamed down at her daughter, disregarding the
Nurse whom she considered an interfering busybody. The Nurse looked
angry and upset, her eyes glazing over as she pecked the teenager on
the cheek. Raven felt a folded note being pressed into her palm.
"This is my new place, phone me if you need me, I'll be there." With
that, she swirled away to the Nurse's station to recover her composure.
Rachel stared coldly at the retreating Nurse's back. That bitch will not
be allowed to interfere with my plans! She gazed down at her new
daughter and her mood changed immediately, smiling and launched the
chair out of the ward.
A wave of anticipation flowed over Rachel as she wheeled Raven
towards the hospital main entrance. At Last! She's mine. Briefly,
her mind raced over her plans. Everything was covered. The Authorities
knew plenty about Raven, but absolutely nothing about her! It was
ideal; Raven would now disappear off the face of the world and
nobody would be any the wiser. Raven's flat was now derelict;
everything of value had been stored or sold. The Landlord, in two
months time would wonder why the rent had not been paid, find the
flat empty and repossess immediately. Rachel herself dug into
savings to acquire a detached house in the suburbs under an
assumed name to make absolutely sure they would never be disturbed.
A niggling doubt remained over that Chinese Nurse but she had to
keep a firm control of Raven to see that she did not make any
trouble. "Yes, you little trollop. Memory or no memory, your life
will never be the same again." Her meandering thoughts started
fresh tingling between her thighs and she ran her fingers through Raven's
black silky hair.
Trustingly, Raven revolved in the chair and smiled up at the strange
but kind lady who she must now accept as 'Mother'.


"Good Boy!" Smiled Elsie as the last spoonful of pureed supper
disappeared into Daniel's mouth. He sat in his brand new high chair
that Mrs. Wilson had arranged through a specialised supplier.
"Look at the mess you've made!" Said Marianne crossly. She roughly
wiped his sticky face with a wet flannel and examined his new
sleeping suit for any blemishes."
Can't have you looking like an pig when you're new Nanny comes
around." She looked at her watch as the front door bell sounded.
"That will be her, " Elsie said, bouncing to her feet. 
Daniel shuffled uncomfortably as he manoeuvred the Jaguar through
the Rush Hour traffic. His disposable nappy was soaked; partly
because he was forbidden to remove it while at work and partly
because his day had been extended due to an unwelcome Board Meeting.
Another factor played on his mind; Marianne's new Nanny was coming
this evening to start work and he was agitated. Another female in
the house to ridicule and tease him? More humiliation and
degradation? But he was trapped; he knew it and Marianne knew
it. They only had sex now when she was in the mood and then she
was in total control. If he touched part of her body, or his own
without her permission, it normally earned him a slap round the
face or something worse.
The gold Rolex indicated Seven; Hell! Marianne was going to be furious!
He should have been home an hour ago. Inwardly he sighed. Certainly he
would be punished this evening; probably in front of the new Nanny, if
not by the new Nanny!
"You know Wade of course. . ." Wade smiled up at Caroline as his aunt
welcomed the new Nanny. Marianne looked impatiently at her watch.
"I don't know what's happened. . ." At that moment, a key sounded in
the front door latch and after a few moments, Daniel tentatively
entered the kitchen, startled to find four silent pairs of eyes
staring accusingly at him.
Caroline let her eyes wander up and down the thirty year old. Not
bad looking, she mused. He was wearing a dark blue pin stripe suit,
ideal for conservative city attire. She tried to distinguish a sign
of the nappy under the baggy trousers, but none showed. His body
appeared trim and tight and along with his striking facial good looks,
she understood why Marianne had picked him as her partner. Wealthy
as well, judging by the size of her salary and the magnitude of
this house.
"You're late Daniel." Marianne's bark caused him to jump slightly
which amused Caroline. So, he's a wimp as well, she thought. No
wonder she has got him in nappies. Marianne felt around the back
of his suit trousers.
"Oh No!" She exclaimed."You've peed so much, your trousers are wet.
Get them off this instant!" Caroline could see that she was cross
and watched intently as the events unfolded before her eyes. Daniel
wasted no time in disrobing himself till he was wearing just his
plastic pants covering a well used disposable nappy. Marianne picked
up the suit trousers and smelt them.
"They stink of urine!" She shouted."I am not taking these to the Dry
Cleaners again; you'll just have to wear them tomorrow to the
office!" Daniel looked devastated.
"But I can't! What will people think?" He wailed.
"They will think you are a dirty little baby who pees in his
pants," Marianne replied with a spiteful smile on her pretty
face."Maybe I should send you to work tomorrow in a thick terry
nappy?" The look of dismay on Daniel's face was a picture! Caroline
allowed herself a brief smile as a vision of the adult baby attending
the office with a swollen padding around his loins. Daniel's wife
crouched and tugged the sopping plastic pants down.
"Not here," he whispered."Not in front of her. . ." Before he could
protest again, Marianne ripped the saturated disposable nappy away,
leaving all his naked glory on full view." Even with his pubic hair
removed, Caroline found his sexual equipment vastly superior to other
men and could not drag her eyes away. A guilty glance at Marianne
showed her interest had not gone unnoticed. A wry smile played
across the blonde's face as idea's started formulating in her
mind.


Raven's horrifying downward spiral of servitude and humiliation started
as soon as Rachel had closed the front door. Physically, she was well,
apart from the plaster casts on her arm and leg. But her mind was still
upset, the amnesia locked away all previous memories of her past life.
In some ways, she thought, it was like being born again. Her purged
mind though was that of an adult, not of an infant. She knew by
instinct all the basic physical and behavioural characteristics a
girl of her age was meant to possess.
"Do you remember where your room is?" Rachel cruelly asked. The
teenager looked lost and searched her mother's face for a clue.
"Follow me, I'll show you.." Ignoring Raven's difficulty with the
crutches, Rachel darted upstairs, turned at the landing and looked
down on the struggling girl, sweating fifteen feet beneath her.
"Hurry up Child, I have not got all day. . ." Rachel was delighted
as the youngster's face collapsed in fear and puzzlement. The tears
were shinning through already as her 'Mothers' strange character
reversal was taking effect. When eventually Raven reached the
summit, Rachel slapped her, struck her hard across the cheek,
leaving, a vivid red imprint of her fingers. Raven screamed out in
pain and shock and stared the deep and murky pools of her Rachel's
eyes. Something snapped inside her head.
"You are not my Mother, are you? I know it now, my Mother would
never have done that!" Rachel gripped her by the Jacket lapel
and dragged the helpless forward until their faces were a
centimetre apart.
"No Darling," the elder woman grinned maliciously."I am someone you
once hurt, and hurt bad. Time for you to pay the Piper. Do you
remember me now?" Through her wails, the black haired girl shook
her head.
"I am sure your memory will come back one day, but till then you
will be my plaything, my slave..." Rachel's voice faded into a
rasp as the full impact of her words went home. She relaxed her
grip on the jacket and allowed her palm to knead Raven's
breasts."Such a lovely body, I am sure you won't mind sharing it with
me, will you?" Rachel pointed at an open door.
"Into your room now. You will be spending a lot of time here until
your bones mend, now GO!" The final shout caused Raven to jump and
she scurried off into her new abode.
The sight that greeted the girl left her speechless as she crossed
the threshold. Completely out of character with the rest of the smart
house. The entire room had the air of neglect about it, as if it
had not been touched for decades. The wallpaper was in fashion just
before the second world war and had faded to a dirty brown. The
appearance was worse where the weather had streamed in around the
window sill. The bare floorboards were damp and patched with mildew.
The room was cold; even with the presence of the Victorian style
rusty radiator.
With mounting dismay; Raven studied the room's only item of furniture,
positioned in the dead centre of the room. It was a hospital framed
bed, but with a difference: All four sides were barred, like an
infant's cot. There was something strange about the bed linen,
and Raven shuffled closer. The quilt and mattress were covered in
white rubber! Surely I am not expected to sleep on that, she shouted
at herself.
As fast as the crutches would allow her, she turned on the smiling
woman, standing guard at the door.
"Why have you done this to me?" Rachel saw that she was getting
hysterical and slapped her face again. The shock registered again
and Raven's mouth opened and closed like a stranded fish. Rachel
unlatched one of the cot sides and the section slid down.
"Right!" She snapped sternly."No more talking! Get undressed!" Raven,
her will sapped by this bizarre woman, hopped over to the bed and
sat on the edge as Rachel removed the crutches.
"You won't be needing these any more. Get undressed!" She bellowed
over her shoulder while hustling out of the room.
In a panic, Raven struggled with her jacket, but by the time Rachel
had returned, she had barely succeeded in removing her good arm!
"You are being a very bad girl, aren't you?" The slim woman stood
before the shivering, tearful girl and shook her finger."When I tell
you to do something, I want it done immediately! Do you understand?"
Rachel screamed out the last three words, causing the young girl to
wail in fright.
Without further ado, Rachel roughly stripped the girl, ignoring
yelps of pain as garments snagged on the damaged limbs. Finally,
Raven lost her knickers and wailed as they were ripped off her
ankles. Lustful eyes gazed down at her as she lay trembling on the
rubber sheet.
"Nice body for a child," Rachel rasped. Raven stared up at the
demented eyes. 'She's mad', she thought. "Completely crazy!" Raven
realised with her infirmity, she was dependent on this strange woman
and would have to satisfy every request, no matter how weird it appeared.
"Relax Girl!" Rachel ordered as she perched her behind on the
bed."You're looking cold; let me warm you up. . ." Raven gasped as
an icy hand gripped the flesh at her belly. Every muscle in her body
stiffened at the uninvited touch. She stared up imploringly at the
cold impassioned eyes.
"Please, Please don't do this to me! For the love of God. . ." Rachel
dug her fingernails into the skin in anger, causing Raven to shriek
in terror.
"Shut up!" She spat."Little thieves are not to speak unless spoken
too, do you understand?" Raven could only nod; her tongue totally
frozen in her mouth. The hand felt warmer now and continued to
wander, the anger in Rachel's face dissipating slowly as the
exploration continued.
The hand wandered over her breasts, touching, kneading, and stroking.
A nail scraped out imaginary fluff from the girl's belly button and
then meandered lower. Raven inhaled sharply as the fingers tangled
themselves in her thick wiry pubic mound. They crawled lower, probing,
searching and examining. Even in her fear, the strange thrill of
anxiety passed across her eyes as an expert finger tapped on the
head of her clitoris. A thumb and forefinger pinched the organ,
precipitating a sharp spasm of pleasure to dart over her groin. Rachel
looked up at her face, a smile lighting up her eyes.
"You are liking it, aren't you? You like me touching you..." Raven
managed a reconciliation smile that answered her Mistresses question..
Rachel's hand moved lower, prizing open the thighs.
"Wider, More! Wider," Rachel prompted. The fingers delved deep into
Raven's vagina, first two of them, and then three, widening, stretching
to pliable orifice to it's natural limits. Rachel's fingers got
hotter and wetter as she gently revolved the digits in the tight
hole. Raven was moaning every so softly, her mouth open slightly
as her jaw opened and closed with the erotic sensations she was
experiencing.
Rachel could not stand any more, her own pussy was on fire and had to
be quenched. She kicked off her shoes and knelt astride Raven's head,
hitching her skirt up at the same time.
"Now, my little plaything," she whispered hoarsely."You are going to
lick out my pussy. Lick it till I come and then lick it some more!"
Rachel's bottom descended onto Raven's face, made contact and then
fell force as a tongue darted out and scalded the clitoris.
The dominant woman was in heaven! Her wet sex was grinding into this
young girl's face, freezing all movement until the ebbing orgasm had
died away. To Raven's relief, Rachel lifted her bottom to feel the
tongue commence work again and the cycle was repeated, over and over
again. Raven was having problems getting enough air to her lungs.
"Come on! Lick me Bitch!" Rachel shouted, digging her fingernails
painfully into the teenager's vulva. The tongue started again,
shackled by fatigue but finding the spot every time. Rachel could
feel her sex dripping now onto the unwilling face beneath her and
briefly imagined feeding the bitch everything that left that hole.
Nourished by my Pussy, she mused, Now there's a thought.
Deep within her, Rachel felt the big one coming. She raised her
bottom slightly to allow Raven to recover, refreshed by the chilled
air on her naked flesh.
"Now, Pussy licker," Rachel said."Make me a happy woman. Really
make me cum." To encourage the girl, Rachel slipped her fingers
out of the sopping vagina and rubbed the clitoris hard, feeling the
girl respond as her hips thrust up against her movement. 
Raven had forgotten all about her disturbing situation, being carried
away on a magic carpet of erotic lust. The fingers working away on
her fanny were recalling memories, happy, pleasant memories of glorious
sex in another time. Her eyes opened and she welcomed the descending
hot, wet pussy, and reached out to jab her tongue against the waiting
clitoris. With a rush, the buttocks dropped heavily onto her nose, but
leaving the mouth free to continue the stimulation. Raven could hear
faint cries of "Faster, Faster!" coming from somewhere above, and
strove on, the tempo on her own sex magnifying all the time.
Every sense raced. Her sweaty skin was swimming on the rubber sheet
beneath her. With her nose buried in Rachel's anus, and her mouth
immersed in the overflowing pussy, the mixture and combination of
smells and tastes became indistinguishable from each other. But the
resulting musky odour was highly stimulating. Raven swam in the
darkness as the flesh above her bore down. With her crotch on fire,
she licked harder and harder on Rachel's pussy, occasionally giving
the swollen organ a light nibble with her teeth.
Rachel came first, but only just ahead of Raven. As the wave of
climax crashed over her, she pushed down hard onto the face below,
then immediately rose to escape the shocking after effects.
Raven tried to scream against the burning, pressing flesh as her
pussy exploded; nothing came out except her mouth filled with a
torrent of liquid, evacuated from Rachel's own orgasm.
After a few moments to recover, Rachel wearily climbed off the teenager,
and stood by the side of the bed, her shirt still hitched up round her
waist.
"Not bad for the first time, Raven." She said grudgingly."I expect you
to improve in the future though. . ." Raven painted a smile on her face.
"Oh, I will. . ." She hesitated, searching for the words."Can I ask you
some questions?" Rachel was receptive and waved her on.
"How long am I staying here?" Rachel was ready for her.
"As long as I see fit," Rachel said cheerfully."You can have it both
ways. Easy or hard, it's up to you." Raven nodded sagely at this
information.
"What do I call you. . . As you aren't my real Mother."
"I like 'Mother', it suggests I am in control. Yes," Rachel
reflected."Call me Mother." Raven started squirming on the rubber
sheet, pressing a hand into her groin.
"Mother? Can I go to the toilet?" Her voice was calm and controlled.
A new gleam appeared in Rachel's eyes.
"Wait there, I'll be back." She returned swiftly folding a giant
white towel in her hands.
"Lift your bottom. . ." Puzzled, Raven obeyed as Rachel slotted the
towel under her raised hips. As she relaxed, Mother folded the front
section round her groin, till she felt the thick padded material
cramming against her thighs. It was not until Mother produced four
giant sized nappy pins did she realise what was happening. Prudently,
she remained silent as the nappy was secured in place.
"There! If you want to pee, go ahead. . ." She held a palm to the
terry material and waited for a result; amused by the look of horror
on Raven's face.
"Can't I use the toilet?" She pleaded. Rachel shook her head.
"You will stay in this room till the plasters come off, in eight weeks
time. I will be looking after you. Feeding you, washing you and changing
your nappies. Aren't you grateful?" Careful with her reply, Raven nodded
her head, not looking at the cruel woman above her. Like a flash of
lightning, the hand left her nappy and whipped around her face, throwing
her head back.
"Lesson number one. Always look at me when I'm talking to you and
always use your tongue," she shouted, her eyes blazing now with anger."The
feeding, washing and changing are privileges, that happen only with
good behaviour, do you understand?"
"Yes Mother, I understand." No hesitation this time. Raven was shocked
into submission.
"Do you still want to pee?"
"Yes please Mother," she whispered. Rachel was impressed by the respect
in her voice and returned her hand to the girl's crotch.
"Well?" After a few moments of deliberation, Raven relaxed, closed
her eyes and forced her bladder to empty. It seemed to go on forever
and the unfamiliar warmth between her legs was not too unpleasant but
the indignity of the action was very humiliating in front of this
strange and warped woman.
Rachel rubbed the sodden material, smiling at the blushing girl at
the same time.
"There! That was not so hard now, was it?" Remembering the golden
rules, Raven looked at Mother and answered with a 'thank you', still
mortified to be lying in this strange dirty room, wearing a soaking
towel around her waist and facing a very uncertain future. She kept
thinking of Caroline, the girl who had been so concerned before she
left hospital. She should have listened to the Nurse more and trusted
her instincts about 'Mother'. Too late now.
Rachel pulled the quilt over her, smiling at the same time.
"Get some sleep now, I'll bring you a bottle." The phone number! The
scrap of paper was in her jean pocket. Rachel saw her eyes darting
over the scattered clothes on the floor.
"You won't be needing those any more." She had to escape and find
her clothes, find a telephone and then get in touch with Caroline.
All too soon her tormentress returned, carrying two large babies
bottles of milk and a small bottle of medicine. Mother poured a
dessert spoon of the dark brown Syrup of Figs and held it out to
Raven's lips.
"Open wide, Baby. Open wide for Mummy . . . Good Girl! Drink it
all down." Rachel kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the
bed next to Raven, finding a comfortable position to feed her
new baby. She partially opened the quilt to nudge Raven's humiliation.
"I think you need some rubber pants as well, don't you?" 
"Yes Mummy, I think I do," she muttered. 
"Well, my pissy little Baby, you won't be getting any. I think you
look much more pathetic wearing just a towel. When you pee and poop
in your nappy, you won't be able to hide it from me, will you?"
"No Mother," Raven replied, totally mortified. She could smell
herself now; a powerful scent of strong urine. Her shame was
intensified by Rachel grimacing two inches from her nose and
wagging the feeding bottle in her mouth.
"Drink up now, that's a good girl. I want plenty of wet nappies
from my Baby Girl so she knows what it is like to feel like a real
baby." Raven sucked hard, her role of submissiveness almost coming
naturally. The older woman felt maternal, ignoring the sodden nappy
under the quilt as she shuffled closer to her new 'baby'., covering
them both under the giant rubber duvet.
Within ten minutes, both bottles were finished and Raven found herself
drifting off into sleep, as warm as toast under the duvet. Rachel was
sleeping too, still clutching the bottle to her lips. Raven studied
her new 'mistress' through a half open eye and found the features
calm, appealing and almost attractive in slumber.
Another time, another place, she had survived, and she would survive
this time as well. Her priority was getting full function in her
limbs and gaining the confidence of her abductor. Then, and only then
would she be able to get away and find Caroline.


"Bottom up!" smiled Caroline cheerfully. Daniel obliged, warming to this
friendly Chinese girl. He was lying on the changing table wearing only his
disposable and plastic pants. His spirits were high today as Marianne had
promised to start taking him out of nappies tomorrow when he went to work.
Life was turning out well and hopefully, one day, he could look forward
to moving back into his wife's bed.
Routinely, for the last week, Caroline had been looking after Daniel when
he returned from work. Marianne had not carried out her threat of making
him wear a bulky terry nappy to work. That would have subjected him to
excessive ridicule which would have made his ability to earn a salary
difficult. The Nurse liked her new job. She had a good relationship
with both adult babies in the household and was able to communicate
with Elsie and Marianne excellently. The work was easy and totally
devoid of the stress that she had experienced in the hospital. She
approved of the 'treatment' they were getting, and wished more
women would handle their men in the same way.
Caroline hummed a lullaby as she ripped the adhesive tapes that held
Daniel's nappy together. Although soaking, the disposable had not been
over used and had happily contained everything. The Nurse pulled it
away and dropped it in a pail under the table. 
Daniel smiled up at her as she commented on his swelling penis. The damp
Babywipe snaked its way around his groin, into all his little nooks
and crannies.
"For a Baby, you have certainly got a special Willie here, haven't you?"
"Yes Nanny," Daniel replied, smiling. His cock distended under her
touch, rapidly reaching full hardness under her bare hands.
"That is too beautiful to waste," she said thoughtfully."Would Daniel
like a special treat?"
"Treat?" Daniel was slightly confused. What about Marianne? Caroline
pressed a foot pedal and the new changing table hissed down on a
hydraulic ram till the surface was about 60 centimetres off the
ground. The Nurse was wearing just a simple white tunic and a Nurse's
cap and in his present position, he could see well up her thighs.
"Don't worry," she whispered."Marianne is out shopping with her Mother.
They will be gone for at least two hours. . ."
With his heart trapped in his throat, he gazed intently as the Chinese
girl seductively unzipped the front of her tunic. Daniel took a sharp
intake of breath, he realised that she was not wearing a bra and firm
bulbous breasts burst free of the open tunic. The garment dropped to
the floor, leaving the Nurse wearing only a pair of white cotton knickers.
Daniel was in seventh heaven. His cock was hammering now, straining
for release. Nervously he outstretched his hand, touching Caroline's
knee and moving up her thigh. The girl gasped at the electricity
between them, her knees buckling and opening, the invitation plain
to Daniel. Lust overcame him and he sat up, burying his nose in the
Chinese girl's groin.
"You like my smell?" She asked. Daniel did not answer, totally crazed
with passion now, he ripped her fresh white panties off revealing a
tidy patch of close cropped black pubic hair.
"I want to lick you. . . Lick your pussy and your arse. . ." Caroline,
a smirk playing across her face now, stepped out of the knickers and
mounted the end of the changing table, adopting an all fours position,
her knees well splayed out and her posterior facing Daniel.
"Come on, big boy, or is it big Baby?" She whispered coarsely."Start
licking my pussy and then you can move up to my ass." Caroline nearly
giggled at her own crudeness, but anything to create the right
atmosphere for Daniel.
He went at her like a Bull in a China Shop, harshly hauling on her
thighs and turning her over to get a better position. She choked back
her pain as he started to get rough down there, his teeth taking over
where his tongue and lips had left off.
"Hay! Slow down big Boy!" She said."We have plenty of time. Why don't
you give my ass a good licking too?" Daniel leered up at her, his mouth
covered by torn pubic hairs and his own saliva.
"you're quite a dirty bitch, aren't you?" Caroline bit back on her
anger, content with the hole that Daniel was digging for himself.
She had not really wanted to go along with Marianne's trap but what
the heck! She was not ashamed of her body and certainly not a prude.
Anyway, if Daniel failed his test, it would certainly guarantee her
job!
Still lying on her back, Daniel pushed her knees to her chest so her
dark rosebud was no full display. and leant over, his tongue lapping
against its sensitive surface. After a few seconds, he got bored and
looked at her.
"I really want to fuck you in the ass, can I?" At least he's polite
enough to ask, Caroline mused. But if he was my husband. . .?
"Ermm. No, I've a little problem there," she said delicately.
Disappointed, Daniel nodded understandably. His cock was still rock
hard and he was not going to be disappointed.
"Can I fuck you in the pussy then?" At last! He said it! 
"I don't know, can you?" She replied impishly. Daniel knelt between
her thighs, his cock waving comically in the air.
"Just you watch me. . ." He lowered himself, impaling his large
member into Caroline's vagina.
The Nurse had just a second to relish the large penis before the
Nursery door burst open and Marianne appeared. A short riding
crop was gripped in her right hand!
"Get off that woman this instant!" She screamed.


On her hands and knees, Raven moved slowly out of her bedroom and onto the
landing. 'Mother's' bedroom door was open and she could she her Mistress
sprawled across the Satan sheets. Only Rachel's alarm clock was allowed
to wake her; never a disturbance from the landing, or any other
unfortunate event. She made her way to the bathroom where, as with
every other morning, she would greet her Mistress and help her with
her toilet.
The plaster casts had been removed a long time ago by Rachel, using a
pair of hand held garden shears. The whole operation had been very
traumatic and Raven had wept constantly as new wounds were created
by the amateur surgeon. To this day, she still bore the scars of
two particularly nasty cuts that Mother had created. The strength
in her limbs had returned but she had been so careful not to give
Rachel any indication that physically she was in good shape.
As the months had passed, strange images of people passed through her
mind, with heavy concentration, she was able to give names to these
faces and slowly, the whole of her past life was coming back to her.
She remembered Wade, Connie, her girlfriend and others. What happened
to her so called 'Friends'? Had she just drifted out of their lives
like a bad dream? Wade, a good Fuck, but allowing himself to be pushed
around by that bitch of his Aunt. There were dark memories as well; she
recalled Rachel as a security guard. Now her punitive incarceration
made sense, she was living out the warped fantasies of a dangerous
psychopath who was determined to subjugate her for the rest of her
useful life.
Sometimes she would allow herself the luxury of tears when her emotions
just got too much for her. She desperately wanted someone to love,
someone like Caroline who had been so kind to her when she was in
hospital. If only Rachel could show an infinitesimal amount of love,
life with her would be so much bearable. When the tears had dried,
she felt better; stronger and vowed to serve 'Mother' until the
opportunity of escape presented itself.
The girl was naked apart from the heavy, sodden terry nappy that
was wrapped around her loins and restricted easy progress. Raven
was painfully aware of the Nappy Rash that had developed inside
her thighs and buttocks and flinched every time the course cloth
rubbed against the raw skin. First thing in the morning, she hated
the cold clammy feeling of the urine soaked cloth. But the retribution
for removing it was not worth contemplating. For six months now she
had been in nappies; every since that first day she had arrived at
this house, and to this day, Rachel had never put a pair of
waterproof pants on her. Occasionally, when Raven's Mistress decided
that the girl had to be punished and go without a nappy change, she
would pull a pair of baggy terry knickers over the dirty nappy to
keep it together. She was not allowed to sit anywhere except on a
rubber square in Mother's bedroom, the floor tiles in the bathroom
and on her own rubber covered bed. After all this time, the teenager
was used to smelling of body waste. Mother encouraged it, saying it
would help her remember her real station in life. She flinched as she
reached the Bathroom door, praying that Mother would be in a good mood
and cream her this morning. Another day would be agony in her present
state.
She wanted to move her bowels, but that was forbidden. Any unauthorised
evacuation would result in a missed nappy change, meaning a six hour
delay while she lay in her own filth in the cot. The privilege of
soiling her nappy was given only in the bathroom and only under
supervision.
Without turning on the light, she silently closed the bathroom door.
She liked the bathroom; it was the warmest room in the house. Rachel
was notoriously mean when it came to paying bills but did allow herself
the luxury of a heated bathroom. She crept over to the toilet bowl
and waited. A sixth sense told her Mother's alarm would sound any
second, and true to form, it did. Rachel was a creature of habit
and Raven silently counted to forty five; the amount of time it
would take her Mistress to arrive at the bathroom.
A dazzling light burst forth as Mother entered and threw the switch.
"Good Morning Mother," said Raven dutifully. Rachel smiled in return,
sending a wave of relief through the girl. Good! She's in a good mood.
A scowl would mean 'special' treatment of some kind.
"How's my little panty pooper this morning? Did you sleep well?" 
"Yes Mother" Raven shuffled forwards on her knees before standing before
her Mistress. Rachel opened her arms slightly to enable her Slave to
remove the pyjama top. Raven had to be careful not to allow Mother's
clothes to contact her nappy as that would result in a severe spanking.
She folded the garment delicately and placed in on a nearby heated rail.
Next she pulled down her Mistress's pyjama pants and positioned them
next to the top.
A cramp gripped her belly, but Raven fought it off, turning her
attention to the wispy string dangling from her Mistress's vagina.
Rachel opened her legs to allow easy removal of the tampon that Raven
dropped in the toilet. Since being in nappies, Raven had not been
granted the privilege of being able to use Sanitary Equipment but,
like many changes in her life, she did not dare comment to her
Mistress.
Rachel smiled at her Sex Slave, drawing her fingers through the black
hair.
"Good Girl, you are learning fast these days. On your knees now" . . . As
Rachel sat on the toilet, Raven positioned herself between the open
thighs, lowered her head and buried her nose into the thick pubic
bush, waiting while her Mistress relaxed. A strong and powerful
stream of urine crashed against the porcelain, a fair amount being
licked up by the teenager's tongue. The ultimate homage a slave can pay
her divine Mistress, or so Rachel believed anyway. As the stream died
away, Rachel stood up, thighs ajar and allowed Raven's mouth to gather
the remains of her bladder. Without being asked, the black haired girl
started lapping at her Mistress's pussy.
"That's right Girl, nice and clean now, harder, Ohhh! Lovely" . . . Rachel
closed her eyes as delirium swept over her. The electric tingle from
her stimulated clitoris whirled upwards. Raven's fingers clutched at
her Mistress's thighs as her tongue dug in deeper, her gyrating
furiously against the swollen clitoris.
Rachel's knees collapsed; forcing the teenager to stumble and fall onto
her back. Her Mistress followed her down, not wanting to lose the impetus
of her impending orgasm.
"Harder! Harder!" Roared Rachel, reaching down and hauling up Raven's
head by her hair. With her last ounce of effort, the teenager drove
herself on until her mouth filled up with her Mistress's juices.
With a shrill shriek, Rachel orgasmed; her thighs contracting on
Raven's head, squeezing her tormentor off her most sensitive area.
Her eyes bland, Raven looked up at her lesbian Mistress, praying that
she had performed well. The rest of her day depended heavily upon how
she fulfilled her morning chore. Her heart lifted as Rachel opened her
eyes and smiled, a smile of contentment and gratification.
Her 'Slave' was magnificent! Never in her wildest dreams had she
imagined that this teenager could bring her so much satisfaction.
Curious awareness sprang up of her relationship with the girl that
she had forcefully kidnapped over six months ago. To begin with,
she was just chattel, taken mainly for sexual gratification and for
revenge. But now Raven was an intrinsic part of her life. They
complemented each other, Raven was there, willing and able to please
her, whatever her disposition. Now she could not envisage existence
without her.
Part of her wanted to ease off; show more compassion and kindness to
Raven. A much larger part wanted the same harsh daily routine to
continue; thus maintaining the fear that dominated the teenager's
attitude. To show sympathy and leniency to the girl would create
a state of complacency and disrespect. Perhaps just a touch of
tenderness would not go amiss?
Rachel sat on Raven's chest, looking at the pretty face between her
thighs.
"Go ahead Girl, you can poo now" . . . Raven looked alarmed; she had
never been told to go like this . . . In a position of such intimacy.
For a moment she almost forgot her place and then bit her tongue. One
back word could change the atmosphere of the whole day.
After a minute, she was done, Rachel smiling with delight at the
absolute power that she exerted over the girl. The air turned heavy,
but both women were used to it now. Rachel climbed off and pointed
at the changing table.
"Up there" . . . Gingerly, Raven got to her feet and hobbled over,
grateful that her nappy had been pinned up securely. While she made
herself comfortable, Rachel donned a pair of long latex gloves that
she always used to change a messy nappy. The offending item removed
and discarded, Raven pulled her knees to her chest while Mother
sponged her down. Raven winced as her Mistress rubbed the raw skin.
"Stop winging, you must be clean." Rachel said firmly but reached for
the rash cream and generously spread the soothing ointment over the
affected zone. Her rubber fingers kneaded the girl's vulva, trying to
detect any discomfort.
"Does that hurt?"
"Err, No" . . . Raven was puzzled; never had Mother been concerned
about her well being. Rachel dropped a squirt of KY jelly onto her
orifice, rubbing it in with her rubbered fingers.
"And that?" Raven groaned as the vibrating digits stroked the girl's
clitoris."You like that, don't you, Little pervert!" Rachel's breathing
got deeper with exertion and passion as she increased the tempo, Raven
making no effort to contain her screams of pleasure as her own
juices trickled out and joined the molten lubricating jelly. Rachel
kept up a constant monologue of erotic comments and humiliating
remarks; each one stimulating Raven onto greater heights of desire.
"Come on, Poopy Pants, come for Mother. You love being my slave, my
plaything, my baby, don't you?" Sweat beaded on Rachel's forehead as
she continued. Raven's pleasure was rekindling the lust in her. The
other hand darted down to her pussy, burying two fingers deep within
her hole.
They came together, both women shrieking out with pleasure at the
same time. Then, to Raven's astonishment, Rachel did something quite
extraordinary. She leant over and kissed the teenager full on the lips. A
long lingering kiss that left the girl astounded. Rachel had never,
ever done anything like that before!


Like a Scalded Cat, Daniel rolled off Caroline and huddled in the
corner, his frightened eyes darting from one woman to the other. A
brief smile was exchanged between his wife and Caroline and he
realised that he had been set up. Marianne's turned her eyes on
him, the darkness evident to see.
"How dare you!" She seethed, towering over his trembling naked form,
the whip in her wavering hand circling his distraught face. "And I
thought that you were at last growing up to be a real man."
"You should have heard his language," remarked Caroline, casually
tidying her tunic."
Sounded like some wild animal." She joined her employer and looked
down at Daniel."I don't think he's ready to come out of nappies, do you?"
"Definitely not!" Fumed Marianne."In fact, he can look forward to
years of Baby life now. I will never ever be able to trust him
again." Tears simmered up in Daniel's eyes as he realised his position
was absolutely hopeless. He was now totally tied to the dominance of his
wife and would be subjected to whatever treatment or punishment she
desired. He did not have time for too much contemplation. The two woman
nodded at each other and hauled him to his feet, half dragging him over
to the changing table where he was thrown face down. His wrists were
drawn down and fastened with cord, rendering him totally disabled.
Likewise his legs were splayed wide open as each ankle was painfully
tied at the side of the bench, his groin forced upwards and apart. A
hand delved underneath and wrenched his penis and testicles backwards,
causing a scream of pain from the adult Baby. Another length of cord
was knotted around the base of his cock and balls, pulled tight and
bound tightly at the end of the table. Daniel groaned in despair.
"Ready for your whipping?" Marianne said, tearing his head upwards by
his hair and waving the crop under his nose. He had never been flogged
with the crop before, although it had been threatened often.
"Open your mouth," ordered Caroline. He obeyed, only to have the void
filled by the bulk of his sodden disposable nappy! "That should keep
the noise down."
Marianne used all her strength in the administration of the six
strokes, each time marking the white skin of Daniel's bottom in a
different place. Even with the gag, he stilled managed quite a noise,
his well restrained body jerking and twitching as each snapping
stroke landed.
Each time the crop landed, Marianne felt the excitement coursing
through her loins. She would never have believed that causing so
much suffering to the man she loved would excite her so. She
justified the chastisement after his infidelity, never wanting him
to be unfaithful again. The wet tears falling on the rubber surface
of the changing table tore at her heart, and she wanted to stop but
the flowing pleasure inside her knickers goaded her on, the darker
side of her character dominating her actions.
Caroline had never seen anyone beaten before, but the magnitude of
Daniel's offence warranted his punishment. She wished all men were
treated like this by the courts. She would happily carry out the
sentence herself. Her mind wandered to Raven, the poor child she
had nursed after a vicious rape. Where was she now? Caroline wandered.
"Fetch me the ruler." Marianne's request snapped her out of her musings
and she obeyed, handing the thin plastic strip to Marianne, whose cheeks
were flushed deep crimson.
"Now, you pathetic worm, time to get down to the source of the
trouble." She swiped the ruler down on his distended private parts,
making painful contact. Daniel screamed, ejecting the disposable
nappy out of his mouth. Caroline did not bother to replace it. Let
him scream and remember, she resolutely reminded herself.
After six strokes had been dispensed, Caroline brought over the Enema
stand and positioned it next to the whimpering Daniel.
"Please Mummy," he croaked."No more, I'm so sorry, really, I am!" Marianne
managed a cruel smile as she looked down at him.
"Not half as sorry as you'll be in the weeks and months ahead, Cry
Baby," she replied."I am never, ever going to allow you to forget this
day. From now on you will be treated like dog shit under my foot. Even
eating the stuff if I say so." Caroline finished filling the oversized
enema bag to the brim with soapy water and handed Marianne the greased
nozzle.
"Now," she continued."Your Baby training continues and it is Nanny's
and my job to make sure that you are now reduced to the lowest level
of infancy that we can take you, and you know what that means?" She
inserted the nozzle deep into Daniel's rectum and opened the valve."That
means no more talking, only cries and whimpers. No walking, only
crawling. All your solid food will be liquidized and treated with
purgatives to keep you constantly wearing soggy, messy nappies to
remind you of your true station in life. Most of the day you will
spend in your cot, except bath time, meal times and change times.
Occasionally I will require your tongue between my legs." The two
women smiled knowingly at each other."Oh! One more thing, any
indication of an erection or other sexual activity, like semen in
your nappy will result in a severe beating. Not a mild smack like
you have just received."
Caroline reached up and checked the bag, satisfied that the volume
was slowly decreasing. Daniel was starting to strain somewhat and
he had only taken a third of the two and a half litres he was going
to get!
"I'll untie him," she suggested to Marianne."He won't take all the
volume in that position." She nodded, lightly tracing a finger down
one of the livid welts on her Baby husband's bottom.
"I don't know what an extended period in a cot will do to this
divine body, but I imagine after a while, your form will be so
pitiful, as to not warrant restraint." Subconsciously, she rubbed
her vulva through her skirt, feeling the stickiness there.
"Leave the rope on his genitalia, it might be amusing to leave it
trailing out of his nappy so as to encourage him to crawl properly."
"It might contribute towards nappy rash," Caroline cautioned.
"Now, wouldn't that be a shame," said Marianne sarcastically. Both
women grinned at the mortified expression on Daniel's face.       
With all four limbs freed, Caroline helped Daniel adopt a position
lying on his left side, so enabling the enema to flow deep into his
bowels. By the time the last of the water dribbled out of the bag,
Daniel was wailing with discomfort as his distended belly attempted
to hold the extra two and a half kilos deep within him.
"Don't even think about making a mess on the table," warned Caroline
as she pulled the nozzle out. Marianne turned her baby husband onto
his back and slid a thick terry nappy under his bottom, threading
the cord that choked his genitals up between his buttocks and out
at the small of his back. Within two minutes, they had pinned him
up and pulled on a thick pair of heavy red rubber pants. Caroline
tucked any loose nappy under the wide sealing bands at the waist
and thighs.
"There! Snug and secure," beamed Marianne, turning her baby husband
onto his front and tugging at the cord, causing a pained expression
on Daniel's face. Caroline depressed the pedal and the table
descended with a hiss. Daniel yelped as Marianne tugged him off
the surface to fall heavily onto the floor. At that moment, he
lost control and voided into his nappy.
He had never felt so absolutely helpless and humiliated as he lay
at his tormentor's feet. Even their laughter faded into the
background as his bowels relentlessly emptied themselves into the
tight restriction of the nappy. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks
and now he really knew what a return to infancy really meant.
They left on the floor for five minutes to giggle and chatter
to each other. Daniel relaxed completely, grateful of the small
dignity of emptying his bowels alone.
"Crawl to your cot now," Marianne said, tugging at the rope that
emerged from his rubber pants. Hesitantly, he shuffled forwards
on his hands and knees, driven on remorsefully by the unyielding
pressure at his groin. The heavy weight had caused his rubber pants
to droop comically low between his legs which caused laughter from
in front and behind.
"Up you get," Marianne ordered, giving the cord a final sharp tug.
He almost flew onto the bare plastic sheet that covered the mattress.
With the side pulled up, both women gazed down at him.
"Such a sweet little thing," smiled Caroline."To think that he almost
proved his manhood today." Marianne laughed with her, reaching down
and stroking Daniel's forehead.
"Lie there Baby for an hour and then we will change you. If you are
lucky, I might give you another enema before you go to bed!"