[Bondage] STORY: "Diaper Research" 24532079

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Diaper Research
CHAPTER SIX

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
arter 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.

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