As he rose upward toward consciousness David groaned from the pounding

in his head. Gradually he realized he must be on the obstetrical table.

The metal stirrups dug into his legs and his arms had been bound over

his head. From the chill on his skin he sensed he was naked.

He had the presence of mind not to open his eyes right away. As his mind

recovered from the stun spray he remembered the failed escape attempt

and tried to figure out what went wrong.

A series of muffled painful whimpers drifted to his ears. Susan. What

were they doing to her? There were sounds of thrashing against bonds and

then more whimpers. It didn't sound good.

A hand slapped his face and Jennifer's voice was close, "Wake up you

pig!" Reluctantly he opened his eyes and saw that both Samantha and the

nurse were standing beside him. The expressions on their faces told him

he was in for a rough time.

"Nice try, David." Samantha said softly as she idly stroked his bared

genitals. "I appreciate spirit. It makes things so much more exciting."

She walked casually to a table out of David's sight while she spoke,

"But Jennifer is quite annoyed and she would like a little revenge. I'm

inclined to let her have her way." She picked up something from the

table and began to walk back. "I hope you've come to like diapers, David

because from now on you're going to have to wear them all the time."

Jennifer took something from Samantha's hands and held it up so David

could see it. He didn't recognized much of the tangle of tubes and

wires. "After a day in this rig you'll never be able to control your

water again." She paused, waiting for the panic to cross his face, and

was rewarded. "This makes you want to pee all the time. It rewards you

by making you horny. Your body quickly learns not to hold its water."

David didn't understand very much but one thing was abundantly clear; he

didn't want to be incontinent. He felt his mouth open in panic, words

hung in his throat. "No" he croaked.

Jennifer didn't reply. She began fitting a rubber sheath over his

flaccid penis. David convulsed against his bonds to no avail. He was

bound very tightly and not even his panic driven adrenalin was enough to

earn him an inch toward freedom. Even though it made his head pound all

the worse he strained to watch as she fitted the strange device to his

body.

Samantha gently pushed his head back and stroked his brow, her voice

soft and soothing, "Don't fret, so. It's actually quite pleasant, once

you get used to it. We could use more painful methods to make you

incontinent but this one is so much fun to watch. Just relax. You'll see

what we mean very soon."

David let his body go limp and moaned loudly. He thought of the first

time they had diapered him and his revulsion. What would it be like to

have to endure that every day. "Please," he gasped, "you can't do this

to me. I mean, why? What good does it do you?"

Jennifer had fastened something to his penis and now she was pushing

something up his anus, a slim plastic probe. He felt it touch his

prostate gland and involuntarily flinched. She looked up, smiled and did

something to fasten the probe in place.

"It does us a lot of good, David." Samantha's voice pulled his attention

away from Jennifer's activities. "I told you we're here to test invalid

care products. If you are truly incontinent it just makes the test

results all that more valid."

A new series of whimpers drifted over from Susan's crib. Samantha looked

over at her and smiled. "Your friend's getting a similar treatment but

it's her rear end she won't be able to control." Looking down at David

she gave him her best Mistress smile. "Do you wan to know the gory

details?" David shook his head but she ignored it. "There are moisture

sensors in her diaper, at the back where it takes the urine a while to

get to. Unless those sensors are kept wet they send a current to a

special dildo in her anus. Every time the dildo gets a jolt it expands

in diameter by about four milimetres. The sensors activate once every

ten minutes. Susan is on constant liquid feed, as you will soon be, but

I suspect she hasn't wetted herself quite enough yet to reach the

sensors."

The questions in David's mind were written across his face. Samantha

gave a condescending smile and continued, "It's quite simple. We dilate

her anus so much she can't keep it closed. Aside from wearing a plug up

there she'll be in diapers the rest of her life too." Her expression

became a little more serious, "Maybe you two should plan on staying

together. You could buy diapers in bulk."

David did the only thing he was capable of. The scream of terror came

from deep within his soul. It was abruptly choked off when Samantha

jammed the pacifier into his mouth and buckled its straps tightly.

An hour later David was moaning in pleasure even though part of him was

full of panic at the gradual process that would soon rob him of any

ability to hold his water. They had put him into a strait jacket and

hobbled his ankles with fur lined leather cuffs, attached a bag of juice

to a pole on wheels and his pacifier, then left him alone to wander the

room and concentrate on what was happening to him.

He had to admit it was ingenious and effective. Every little spurt of

his urine was captured by the penis sheath and delivered through a tube

to the plastic probe that pressed against his prostate gland, the source

of male pleasure. The warm spray was enough to incite erection and

orgasm but an electrical sensor also made the probe vibrate gently for a

few minutes. His body couldn't resist the temptation to bring on the

pleasure again and again. He had orgasmed several times and now his

climaxes were dry, almost painful but he couldn't stop himself from

suckling hard on the bulb in his mouth, willing the fluid through his

system, anxious for more water to make things feel good again.

After an hour he began to feel light headed and wondered if the juice

carried a drug. When Jennifer came in with a portable tape player and

without a word set a tape of classical music playing he didn't seem to

mind. She replaced both his and Susan's juice bags and then left as

silently as she had come and she had been gone quite a while before he

noticed.

The panic seemed to be fading. He felt quite good about it all. He

shuffled over to Susan who lay bound spread-eagled to her crib and

looked down at her. Her hips writhed constantly and while she looked

more peaceful there was still much terror in the eyes that peered at him

over the rim of her pacifier. Now and then her face would contort with

pain and she would cry into her gag as the anal intruder grew in size

again.

He wanted to talk to her but it was quite impossible. He felt no

frustration at this, just a growing sense of acceptance of himself, this

world, everything. Susan kept trying to tell him something but her

pacifier kept it all to muffled nonsense. He didn't care that he

couldn't understand her. He didn't care about anything.