Caught from behind, David had to force himself not to struggle as the

oversized pacifier was strapped into his mouth. He caught Susan's eye

and saw enough there to let him know that it was Jennifer at work and

also that this would not be a good time to put up a fight. When the

buckles had been tightened to a painful degree he watched the nurse

apply the same device to his companion.

There was something different about Jennifer but he didn't yet know

what. Then she bent over a little to pick up the keys to the pacifier

locks and he saw the bulging plastic pants, bisected by the retention

belt, under the artificially short uniform. Remembering Susan's comments

about Sam and her slaves David guessed that Jennifer was being given a

rough time by Sam and that he and Susan were about to bear the brunt of

it.

Jennifer marched the pair into the house and up the stairs at a pace

intended to make them very uncomfortable indeed. David's nipple clamps

burned badly and Susan's full diaper caused her much distress by the

time they were back in the nursery. David saw some things laid out ready

for them but Jennifer applied blindfolds before he recognized anything.

Cloaked in darkness the two prisoners listened to the tirade from their

nurse. "I hope you both enjoyed your little holiday in the garden

because things are about to get more serious. If you think you've been

uncomfortable so far, well then let me assure you that you're wrong. In

a few hours you'll beg me to be able to go back to what you're

experiencing now." She was speaking rapidly. David could tell she was

wound up, likely from her own discomfort. "If either of you give me even

a second's worth of trouble you'll both pay for it in spades." Jennifer

paused to catch her breath. "David, don't you move. Susan, I'm going to

clean you up and then put you on the table. Don't you dare try anything!"

David stood still in his blind world that contained only the sensations

of his soaked diapers, humid plastic pants and the plastic cuffs that

hobbled and controlled him. He listened to the now familiar sounds of

Susan being hauled into the shower room and roughly cleaned up. Jennifer

was obviously on the war path; three times he heard her slap her patient

for not cooperating enough. By the time he sensed their return Susan was

sobbing softly and Jennifer was breathing hard.

David couldn't interpret the sounds of struggle, moans, slaps and squeak

of rubber as Jennifer carried out her promise of torture. By the time he

sensed that she might be finished with his mate he was intensely curious

and had almost forgotten that his turn was coming.

The clang of Susan's crib and Jennifer's growl of "Since you like to

shit so much we'll see how you like playing with it."

Then he felt her behind him, her fingers working at the fastenings of

his hood. "This, you gotta see to appreciate," she muttered just before

the light blinded him.

As his vision cleared David had a difficult time understanding what he

was seeing. Susan seemed to be kneeling in her crib, bent over so that

her breasts touched the mattress. A pregnant bag of paste hung over her

bed and David didn't have to see her face to know that its tube was

connected to her feeding gag.

It was her arms that gave him the greatest concern. They were drawn back

as if handcuffed in the small of her back. But they weren't handcuffed.

Instead of the glimmer of chrome steel her arms seemed to disappear into

two tubes that were built into the back of her reinforced rubber pants.

Jennifer dragged him over. "See that?" she panted, "the panties hold her

hands over her ass. Now every time her big hole back there delivers a

load of shit she'll feel it with her fingers! Neat, eh? It's intended as

a punishment item for institutions."

David felt so sad for Susan. The paste was likely laced with a laxative.

And by the curve of her back the girl had to be in agony. He heard her

whimper and wished he could to something to help her. When Jennifer's

grip on his arm tightened he felt his body tense with fear. It was his

turn now.

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Ideas: - a spanking cream: applied to buttocks to give the same results

as a spanking but with no visible after effects.

- auto-enema: tube from male external cathetre to high colon tube

-causes cramping but saves the nurses from having to administer an enema

- anti-rash pants: tight rubber pants that have openings for uretha and

anus, used on patients with advanced diaper rash: principle is that

effluent never touches skin.

- Susan's hands bound inside the back of her diaper;intended for use to

discourage elderly patients from soiling themselves.

- david made to wear external catheter with tube up his ass

- susan put into a chastity belt, diaper and fed sex stimulants

- downstairs for breakfast?

- new laxatives?

- behaviour control devices:

- erection sensor that dilates anus

- moisture censor same thing they are put into these things and then

made to watch porn movies

- made incontinent through positive reinforcement technique where peeing

stimulates his prostate