Brent/Brandi:

I had tired myself out to no avail. It didn't look like I was going to get free on my own. Trisha and her maid, Zoey, came back into the room. Trisha gave Zoey a look and a nod. Against my protestations, they stripped my clothes off with medical shears. I looked on in horror as Zoey shredded my shirt and then my pants.

I tried to scream against the gag in my mouth. All it did was make me more tired and breathless. I had tried to spit it out earlier but it kept my jaw too far apart to get any leverage against it with my tongue. The strap was too stiff to wiggle down as well. She had planned well.

I could not offer them much resistance, no matter what they did. I was helpless and vulnerable, except this was worse than being in a war zone. At least there, I knew the enemy wanted to hurt me. This woman was friendly before she suddenly turned on us.

Trisha undid my shoes and socks. When I was in nothing but my boxers, Zoey cut those off as well. They pulled the scraps of fabric from underneath me and I was naked. I probably would have been embarrassed had I not been angry and afraid. I was probably in shock at the events.

“Zoey, get her diaper ready. I'll fetch her suppository,” said Trisha.

What the hell did she say about a diaper and suppository? This was getting too weird for me to process. What have I gotten into? What have I gotten poor Lana into? I couldn't even try to talk to them or ask questions because of the gag.

I watched as Zoey moved to the drawer and pulled out a thick pink square and began opening it. It unfolded three times and then the sides appeared. It was quite large. I did not know what was about to happen to me but I didn't want to find out. I started flaying about, trying to get loose. If they did not gag me, I would have pleaded with Zoey to let me go. She was obviously as much a slave here as I fear she would try to make us.

I was still thrashing, trying to break free, when Trisha returned and stated, “I see we need to tame this wild stallion.”

Zoey must have known exactly what that meant. She immediately opened a drawer to pull out something I had never seen before. When she opened it and started toward my crotch, I realized it was going on my member. Trisha put her knee on my abdomen to hold me down. She looked at me and shook her head. I stopped resisting, as I knew she outpowered me in my restrained state.

Zoey put the smooth stainless steel back strap around my testicles and member. She snugged it up but not tight enough to cause pain. It was simply cold against my skin. The second part was a hinged sheath attached at the bottom and rotated toward the top.

To her credit, she delicately fitted my limp penis into it. The hinge bar spread my testicles apart as it went on with my penis pointed straight down and back between my testicles. It clicked closed and I winced. I felt the weight pulling at me. It was cold and it was uncomfortable.

Trisha looked at Zoey's handiwork and tugged at it, “That's not coming off without a torch!”

Trisha then held up what looked like a dinner candle with no wick. She held it in front of me to see before handing it to Zoey. Trisha slid the pink diaper toward my rear. She lifted that cage around my cock and I had to comply.

Once the diaper was under me, Zoey rolled me onto my side and told me, “Relax. This won't hurt a bit.”

She parted my exposed rear cheeks. She started the strange thing in my rectum. I tensed up uncontrollably. I wasn't used to having anything go in that way.

Trisha smacked my butt and said, “Relax. It will go in, one way or the other. Any other way will only make it hurt worse.”

Trying to calm down, I could not imagine how much pain they could cause me in this vulnerable state. I felt the maid push it against me. It was cold and slippery as the tip started inside of me. I felt like she was shoving her entire hand up there. It reached a point where it slipped fully inside and she pulled her finger back out. I clenched my bottom again.

When she finished, Zoey commented they should shave me. Trisha agreed. Zoey applied a thick layer of paste to my rear. Trisha said I would need it for what was to come. Then Zoey folded the front of the diaper over that cage and taped it securely around me. They put me in a damned diaper!

“Mommy, I don't think we need to worry about locking panties while she's restrained,” said Zoey.

Trisha must have agreed because she raised the side of the bed up to complete the crib's appearance. She explained that if I needed to relieve myself, the diaper would hold anything my body could produce. Zoey followed her out of the room and they turned the light off. They left me to lie there in the dark, waiting for whatever they pushed up my ass to do. I hoped Lana fared better than I had.

The thing inside me didn't feel cold anymore. That wasn't much comfort, laying there, strapped to a bed in nothing but a diaper. A huge, thick pink diaper. I had to assume they expected me to need it before they returned. I didn't even know how long that would be.

Worse than that, my bladder was feeling full. I could hold it a long time but I would need to get free soon if I was going to avoid using this terrible pink thing they had fastened around me. If I could free myself and get to the bathroom, I could at least expel the thing inside of me.