David awoke from a dream in which someone had been whispering into his

ear. He couldn't remember what the person was saying, just that

something was being repeated over and over.

It was only when he turned over to lie on his back that he suddenly

realized he wasn't bound. He sat up and looked around.

There were strange mittens on his hands that made them useless by

holding his fingers inside stiff sleeves. His crib cage was locked. He

wasn't going anywhere. He looked down at the translucent plastic pants

that covered his night thickness diaper. He couldn't remember much past

being confined in the strait jacket and the pleasure he got from peeing.

Almost as soon as he thought of the subject a warm jet of urine flooded

into his diaper. He was shocked. Then a second burst followed by a

steady stream. It was happening by itself, he was helpless to control

it. He tried to find the muscles, to control it, to make it stop but

nothing happened. Suddenly he remembered what Sam had said while he was

strapped to the table. The panic took his breath away.

Susan stirred and David called to her. She too was free inside her

locked crib except for her hands. She started to sit up but cried out in

pain and rolled onto her side instead. She let out a sob and then

started to cry. "They've done it!" she sobbed, "they really did it!" She

looked up at David's puzzled face and almost angrily said, "I'm soiling

myself and I can't help it. I can't stop the pee either. And it hurts so

bad!"

Embarrassed by her admission David lay back down and wondered why he

couldn't remember anything. When had they taken the strait jacket off?

Had they been given dinner? Then his mind turned to his own condition.

The old gutwrenching panic crept into him. He felt the hot, sodden

diaper pinned tightly around his waist and grimaced at the thought that

these feelings might become a normal part of waking up. Even as he

slumped into despair more pee escaped without his consent.

Jennifer breezed in and began to prepare for the morning diaper change.

"This will be your first day as adult babies so we're going to make it

special!" Her tone was mother-to-child, condescending. "We'll get you

both fixed up in these brand new diapers and then you can play in the

garden for a while." David watched her sullenly.

Jennifer went to a cupboard and removed some wide straps. When she came

over to his crib, David saw they were made of thick white plastic but

otherwise were copies of the leather cuffs used on the beds. Before

lowering the crib side she went to the fixed side of the crib and tied

David's left ankle to the bars. "You were bad yesterday. We can't take

any chances with you. These are permanent cuffs that you can even wear

in the shower. Isn't that convenient? Now be good while I get you

fitted."

Despite his black mood David offered no resistance while Jennifer fitted

his wrists and ankles with the wide plastic. There were no locks, just a

permanent bonding glue. These would have to be cut off if they were ever

removed and the reinforcing wires inside the plastic would make even

that a serious job. Each cuff did feature a thick brass ring mounted

with rivets. David instantly understood the utility of these devices.

When she had finished with his limbs Jennifer measured his neck. David

didn't like that at all but said nothing while he watched her add four

rings and then prepare to fit the collar permanently. She made sure his

arms and legs were well secured with short lengths of chain and locks

before working on his neck.

David expected her to work on Susan next but instead she went to a

cupboard and returned with a wide leather belt. After ordering him to

stand she fastened it about his waist. A long loop of leather dangled

down from the front of the belt. This loop had a buckle which allowed it

to be made smaller or larger. David was puzzled. He noticed that

Jennifer was working quickly, as if to accomplish something before he

guessed her intention. She unlocked his wrists only to rejoin them

behind his back with about six inches of chain. Then she went behind him.

As soon as he felt her pull the loop of leather between his legs he

guessed at the cruelty of her intentions. But it was too late to fight.

His ankles were hobbled only a few inches apart and his hands were

useless. Suddenly he felt the chain between his wrists being pulled

downward as Jennifer tightened the loop. It forced him to bend over

backward. There was a pause while she fastened the buckle and then she

stepped away. As soon as he tried to straighten up he knew his guess was

right.

Unless he leaned backward the leather between his legs was pulled

painfully tight. David moaned in frustration as he moved his torso back

and forth trying to avoid the pressure between his legs on one extreme

and an aching back on the other. He looked up at his tormentor with

anger and hate in his eyes even as he grimaced in his forced posture.

"You bitch." he muttered under his breath.

Jennifer studied him with her arms crossed on her chest, a broad smile

of satisfaction telling him she enjoyed the sight of his distress. "I

heard that, baby. Just for that I'm going to let you know right now that

we have a sale on for rough treatment."

It seemed to David that an electric current was running through his

body. To his horror he was suddenly overcome with a maddening need to

shit. His mind became obsessed with this need even though there seemed

little enough effluent in his system. Almost of its own accord his body

strained to meet the command. He groaned and gasped as he struggled to

deliver. Weakened by the effort he sank to his knees, feeling the cold

floor against his flesh. "Don't fight, it baby. You won't be happy until

you fill your pants so you might as well get on with it."

Now he knew why she had put the belt on him. Its cruel straps between

his legs pressed the thick, sodden diaper against his rear passage

making it all the more difficult to carry out this sudden, desperate,

ultimate mission. He wanted to cry, to complain, to protest but he had

energy and attention for only one thing.

Finally, it was happening. Every inch was a might struggle but slowly he

forced it out against the tight padding and the pressure from the strap.

He hated the feel of it.

When he had stopped gasping she made him stand up. That only made things

worse since the effluent was spread around inside his diaper. He

shuddered at the thought of what it must look like, what it must smell

like. In his forced half crouch he glared up at her, now hoping against

hope that she would at least loosen the strap a little but instead she

just turned on her heel and went over to Susan.

Unfortunately for her, Susan had been subjected to the same hypnotic

tape and therefore Jennifer's use of the trigger word had caused an

unintended crisis for the poor girl. Distressed enough at her own bowel

incontinence, Susan had been coping with her own critical need to expel

while David had been suffering Jennifer's revenge. Now the poor girl lay

on her back, knees pulled up over her chest, gasping in the

accomplishment of her mission. But she was emotionally destitute and

looked up at Jennifer through tears of frustration and despair. "You've

ruined me!" she sobbed.

"Shut up or you'll get the same as him!" was Jennifer's reply as she

started to fit the girl for her permanent plastic cuffs.

An hour later much had been accomplished to prepare the two babies for

their promised outing in the garden. When Samantha came up to the

nursery she found them kneeling on the cold concrete floor at the foot

of their respective cribs. With wrist cuffs clipped to ankle cuffs they

were quite harmless and yet very uncomfortable. They were each wearing a

prototype of an extra thick disposable diaper intended for over night

use in nursing homes and although it had been only a few minutes since

change time the incontinence measures of the previous day were taking

effect.

Beside each bound form was a pole with a feeding bag hanging from it.

The bland paste travelled down the translucent tubes to the pacifier

bulbs which force fed it to David and Susan. Several bags of fluid

waited near each patient. David shifted uncomfortably, feeling himself

wet uncontrollably while Susan whimpered and cried a little as she felt

her diaper grow heavier with effluent she could no longer control.

The Mistress inspected the cuffing arrangements on the victims and

congratulated Jennifer on the work. "We will definitely recommend this

product. It's very effective, especially for long term patients."

"It's sure effective on them."

"And their diapers?"

"The prototypes you specified. We should be able to leave them in place

until after lunch if they're as good as they claim to be." This last

comment brought a moan of despair from both David and Susan.

Samantha turned to address her captives. "It looks like you're being

very helpful in our research. That's appreciated. After breakfast you

can both go out to the garden for a little while, " she paused for

effect, "with suitable precautions in place".

`Suitable precautions' turned out to be almost unbearable. Tightly

hobbled at the ankles, their mittened hands bound behind them, David and

Susan stared at each other in the bright sunlight. Jennifer had fitted

Susan with a rubber bra that already was dark with sweat patches. The

poor girl made little jumping motions to try and alleviate the incessant

itch she could not scratch. For David Sam had produced weighted nipple

clamps, the cruel metal teeth of which still felt red hot. Each step,

every little movement renewed the pain. But at least they were not

gagged and finally could talk.

The July sun beat down on them out of a clear sky and there was no shade

in sight. David already felt thirsty, even after three bags of juice

that now trickled uncontrolled into his diaper. There was so much to

talk about but where to begin.

"Maybe we can escape or attract some attention," he said softly,

hopefully.

"Forget it. I've been out here before. First of all we're out in the

middle of nowhere. Second, the garden is fenced and enclosed by thick

hedges. We won't be seen or heard." She gasped a little and then started

to walk with her legs as wide apart as her hobbles will allow.

David wanted to ask her about her condition but it was somehow too awful

a subject. "Why are they doing this to us? What are we here for?"

She looked up at him, her soft eyes misty from her discomforts. For the

first time he realized how pretty she was. He truly felt sorry for her.

"They really are testing equipment. She gets paid very well for it.

Think about it for a moment, would anybody volunteer for this?" She

paused and they took a few of the tiny steps their chains would allow.

"But they also like what they're doing. Samantha's a sadist and

Jennifer's no Florence Nightingale, as you've discovered for yourself."

"How did you get here? Did they kidnap you?" David had to gasp from the

pain at his nipples. The sun was warming his diaper, trapping heat

inside his plastic pants and making him very itchy down there.

"No. I used to be Sam's secretary, then her lover. Last month she

brought Jennifer back with her from a vacation. They had a lot of fun

keeping me bound and in diapers for a few weeks. When they finally let

me leave I went back to the city but all my friends were gone and I

couldn't find a job. I got drunk one night and called Sam and asked to

be taken back. I didn't think they would imprison me, just make me do

the dirty stuff. I was wrong." She wiggled her torso a bit and cursed

the hot rubber of the bra. "And now," she started to sob, "I've been

condemned to a life in diapers!" The tears began rolling down her cheeks

and she turned her head away. David watched her spread her legs a little

and shift on her feet in discomfort as she soiled herself again. The

steady, uncontrolled trickle into his own diapers reminded him he was

not much better off. He started to feel depressed.

David felt awkward about her mentioning her condition. "You can get it

corrected by surgery." He tried to sound hopeful.

She looked back at him, her head cocked to one side, "And just what to I

tell the doctors? Sam has some very embarrassing photos of me doing some

very embarrassing things, some of which could be the cause of my

incontinence. She used to have this special chastity belt she liked to

make me wear out in public. It had a dildo for my cunt and a bigger

dildo for my rear. She thought it was great fun to lock it on, leave the

keys at home and spend the day at a mall."

David got the point. He decided to change the subject. "So Jennifer is

her new lover?"

"And slave. Sam likes to be in total control. She made me wear a

chastity belt at all times. I doubt its any different for Jennifer. Sam

likes the thought of her lovers being constantly aroused but prevented

from doing anything about it. Sam likes to own people."

David thought about that for a moment. He started to get aroused at the

thought of chastity belts but a flood of unwelcome pee cooled his

excitement. "So what's to become of us?"

"Don't worry, they won't kill us. But they will tire of us. They'll

probably use drugs and hypnosis to make us forget about this place or at

least how to find it and then turn us loose. They would get a big kick

out of the thought of us being in diapers the rest of our lives."

That kept David quiet for a while. The sun was making things very

uncomfortable and he began to wonder how much longer they would be left

out in the garden.

"Enjoy your little outing, my babies," Sam said to the empty room as she

watched David and Susan on the closed circuit monitor, "you'll soon have

much more to be unhappy about." She turned off the monitor and went up

the ward to see how Jennifer was making out.

Presuming she would be alone for a while, Jennifer was sitting on a

chair trying desperately to get underneath her chastity belt so she

could scratch the incessant itch caused by her having to pee through it.

She had laid out an assortment of possible tools including a tongue

depresser and a long handled comb. So absorbed was she in her task that

she didn't notice Sam's arrival in the doorway.

"You're being bad!" the Mistress said in a soft voice that didn't hide

her true displeasure.

Jennifer's head snapped up in alarm. One look at Sam's hard expression

told her she was in for some bad times. She fell onto her knees and

began to crawl toward her Mistress. "Oh, Sam! I'm sorry. I really am.

It's just the itch. I only wanted to scratch the itch." She buried her

face in Sam's skirt and actually began to cry. "Please don't punish me!

Please don't be mean to me!"

Sam looked down on the petulant girl in the nurse's uniform and smiled

her most wicked smile. "Don't worry, my dear. I understand fully about

how itchy a chastity belt can get after you've had to pee through it a

few times." She stroked Jennifer's blonde tresses and did her best to

sound sincerely soothing. "Why don't you lie down on the changing table

and I'll fix you up."

Jennifer looked up at her with tear stained eyes, searching for some

reassurance that Sam wasn't being sarcastic. But Sam's face was hard to

read. Nodding dumbly she rose and turned toward the table which was

already laid out with diapers, ready for the next changing session.

Sam's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Your belt will have to come off first. Hold still." The same calm

voice. The reassuring absence of malice. Jennifer looked like a deer

caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

Sam took the key she wore on a ring around her neck and after lifting

the short nursing uniform skirt, opened the lock at the back of

Jennifer's chastity belt. The young girl sighed with relief as the hated

instrument fell away. At Sam's suggestion she took off her uniform.

Sam watched her climb onto the padded table and place her legs in the

stirrups. Jennifer still wore her white stockings and garter belt and to

Sam it made her seem all that more vulnerable.

Jennifer couldn't resist the urge to scratch her tortured crotch.

Trusting in Sam's silent approval she let her hand travel down between

her thighs and began to massage her bared pubic mound gently, being

careful not to masturbate, for it would certainly have incurred her

Mistress' wrath.

Sam watched for a moment and then slowly went to the table. She gently

took her slave's wrists in her hands and brought them over her head to

where the leather cuffs lay ready. "Enough of that," she said softly "we

can't be breaking all the rules in one afternoon." Jennifer was

mesmerized by her Mistress' attentions and didn't protest when she felt

the cuffs being tightened about her wrists. She knew Sam liked to have

her bound when she gave pleasure and she fully expected that Sam was

about to make her feel very good indeed.

When Sam began to apply the leg straps Jennifer got a little concerned.

But her Mistress still wore that same reassuring smile and still gave no

evidence of anything but sincere sympathy for her discomfort.

She thought about the thick diapers beneath her bottom and wondered if

her female scent would arouse David. She made a mental note to make sure

that he next wore these pads, heavy as they would be with the essence of

her passion. She awoke from her day dream to see Samantha standing

between her bound legs with a catheter ready for insertion.

"No!" she screamed as her body tensed in futile defence. "Oh please,

Sam, not that!" Jennifer struggled against her bonds to no avail. Sam

had applied them carefully. Suddenly the diapers that caressed her

bottom took on a whole new, sinister meaning.

Her Mistress' face had lost it's innocence. Now she wore the same

expression that Jennifer had come to associate with heavy dominance. Sam

wanted her to be uncomfortable and she had been foolish enough to

believe that her Mistress only intended to clean her up and give her

pleasure.

She watched in horror while Sam lubricated the catheter with long,

careful strokes, making the procedure last as long as possible. Jennifer

began to sob. "Sam, I don't deserve this. Please don't do it to me! You

know what it's like. I'll be good. You don't have to put me into

diapers." She choked out the last words, hating the sound of them.

"But you were bad," Sam said softly, "I don't make you wear a chastity

belt so that you'll be comfortable. I make you wear it so you'll think

of me all the time. When you try and get around it you're trying to get

around me and I don't like that. Not a bit." Her face grew hard and

menacing. "Now you're going to pay for your transgressions. I'm sure

that a few days in diapers with a catheter up your clit will make you

appreciate your chastity belt."

Had the room not been sound proofed, David and Susan would have heard

Jennifer's screams of dismay and torment as the slim plastic tube was

pushed deep into her body. Bound too tightly to struggle she was forced

to accept her punishment but that didn't stop her from crying out her

horror and dismay at its arrival. In the end she lay sobbing while her

Mistress brought the extra thick cloth diapers up between her legs and

pinned them tightly. Even before she was released from the straps and

made to stand she could feel her hot pee flood into the folds of the

waiting cloth, beginning a slow but steady descent into the hell of

being kept in diapers as a punishment.

Sam didn't have to warn her about resisting the rest of the measures.

Jennifer knew better than to try her Mistress' patience on such matters.

Sadly, with tears streamin down her face she stepped into the plastic

panties that were handed to her and pulled them into place. She didn't

have to guess at what came next. Sam passed the worn leather waist

section of the retention belt around her slim hips and cinched it just

too tight. Then there was the painful and humiliating process of

bringing the crotch piece into play from where it hung from the front of

the belt.

Jennifer sighed out loud as she felt the crotch band pulled impossibly

tight. It was not that it hurt, just that it was tight. And she knew

from experience that the feelings would get much worse once the diaper

was saturated with her urine and worse again if she had to have a bowel

movement. As the locks clicked shut in the small of her back, Sam spoke

again.

I think this little arrangement will cure you of your itchyiness. If it

doesn't, just let me know and I'll make sure that you'll have much worse

to worry about." She stepped back and admired her work. "Your uniform

covers far too much, my dear. Our babies can roast in the garden another

hour while you take up the hem of your uniform by about three inches."

She turned on her spike heel and walked confidently to the door before

turning to deliver the final spike in Jennifer's coffin of torment,

"that way there will be no doubt in anybody's mind that you have been

confined to diapers until I decide otherwise."

Once she was sure that Sam had gone downstairs Jennifer took a few

awkward steps. It had been quite some time since her Mistress had used

diapers on her and Jennifer found the sensations no less distasteful

than before. Her self-pity and tears turned to revenge. She decided if

she couldn't have it at Sam's expense then the two babies in the garden

would have to pay. One look at the list of things that Sam wanted her to

test on the babies gave her enough ideas. After a few minutes of

preparation she went to fetch them.