Ive really focused on character developement as I want to make this a long story. Your imput and feedback is strongly appreciated.
Abby's Adventure
Abby woke up with a painful headache. The last thing she could remember was sitting on Megan's couch and feeling a pinprick. It was summer break from college and her best friend Megan invited her over for two months of partying at her empty house.
Abby's vision was blurred and all she could make out was a bright light above her and dark grey walls. She felt she was only in thick panties and a blanket. All she could hear was someone in the room busy writing. As her vision cleared, she saw she was strapped to a metal table and cover with a pink blanket. She shifted and her underwear crinkled. She looked and saw Megan writing notes in the corner.*
"Hey, what's going on?" Abby said.*
"Aww. The baby's awake." Said Megan.
"I'm not a baby, Megan"
"Then why are you diapered, sweetheart?" Abby felt sick to her stomach when she realized why the panties felt plastic.
"Megan, this isn't funny."
"Of course not, I have to babysit till your mommy gets here."
"My mom is coming?"
"Yep, I got you a new mommy for break, and a twin brother."*
"Please let me go" Abby was crying.
"You can't even walk yet, sorry"
"Yes I can. I walked up to your house."
"You can't after the drugs I injected into your calves. Enough talk for now, you need to rest." Before Abby could respond, Megan injected another dose of sedatives and popped a pacifier in her mouth. Abby quickly fell unconscious into nightmares of evil parents.
** * When she awoke, new voices were in the room. A whimpering young man could be heard in the corner, but that's not what Abby was concerned with.
*"I want the boy submissive to the girl, them both diapered, and both weaken." ****, its that bitch Rebecca. Abby and Rebecca hated each-other over a conflict only they could understand.
"Abby's being given the drugs now, Logan's done." So Logan was the boy. Abby had always though of him as a nuisance, harmless but annoying.
"Great, I've been prepared for this for a while." Abby could feel pressure growing in her stomach, she had to go.*
"Megan, let me up. I have to go to the bathroom." Abby said with a hint of desperation.
"Why?" Megan said.
"To use the toilet."
"Be more specific."
"Number 2."
"I'll let you go if you tell me the exact words"
"To poop." Abby said, more desperate.*
"Prop her up, I want to see her face when it happens." Rebecca chimed in. Megan propped Abby up so she could see Rebecca and Logan. Megan herself look satisfied with the handiwork before her. Rebecca had an evil smirk, bitch. Logan was sitting cross-legged next to her, diapered and staring down.*
"I thought you were gonna let me go."
"I am, you have permission to potty in your diaper."*
"Please, Megan, no."
"Sorry, Abby." Abby felt a spasm in her belly, she had to go now!
"Is Mommy's baby constipated? Megan, fix that." Rebecca said.
"My pleasure." Megan flipped Abby's weaken body over, almost causing her to lose it, and undid the back of her diaper. A premature "thank you" escaped Abby's lips before she realized what was going on. The next thing she felt was ooze or lube on her back passage, then fingers. She yelped and the diaper was sealed back up.*
"What did you do to me?" Abby cried.
"Megan inserted suppositories to unclog your heinie." Rebecca said in a cute voice with that bitch smirk.
"Rebecca, can we please talk this out. I'll do anything but this." Tears rolled from Abby's eyes.
"You ruined my life. This is talking it out, this is your payment. You're my slave for summer vacation." Rebecca spat back.
"You can't do this."*
"Maybe the pictures of you like this should find a nice Facebook page." Abby would literally die if her social life was wrecked.*
"Fine, I'll be your bitch, just no diapers." A huge cramp wracked her.
"Sorry, all or nothing." said Rebecca. She had to go now, her muscles were clinched and losing.*
"There has to be ano-" A huge fart ripped from Abby's bottom and the back of her diaper ballooned for all to see. She was shitting herself, 22 and shitting herself. Tears poured like rain as the seemingly never-ending dump snaked it's way out of her. Logan watched teary-eyed while Megan cooed over her. Rebecca's smirk was the worst. Abby then couldn't see through the tears.*
"Did the stupid slut **** herself?" Rebecca asked, half serious, half joking. "Maybe if you didn't stick dicks there all the time, you would've held it."*
"I'm a virgin." Rebecca ignored the truth and turned to Megan.
"I want the boy's face rubbed in the back of her diaper before I change her. It's imperative he learns that he's lower than even the bitch." Logan didn't move, fear in his eyes.
"Please let me clean myself." Abby said, still teary.
"You're a baby, you'll be changed by one of us grown ups when we decide to." Said Rebecca. "But I promise you'll be changed after humiliating Logan. Don't talk or I might change my mind." Abby knew at this point that resistance brought pain, so she allowed Megan to take hold of her.*
"Don't worry Lil Abby. That's all you'll *know how to do soon." Megan said, swatting Abby's butt in a way just hard enough to produce a squelch for Abby. She then flipped over Abby again. Abby was at least happy not to put pressure on her mess anymore. The though evaporated as she felt pressure again. She turned to see Rebecca and Megan holding Logan's face to the brownest part of her diaper. She felt bad for him but thank god it wasn't her. He struggled but the others kept him firmly in place. His nose kept hitting her brown eye, thrilling Abby in a way she didn't understand. "Logan, you're a bitch to all of us, even the slut baby."
"Give in Logan, you like this or atleast you'll learn to. This is the only way you'll survive here, kissing ass and begging. If you're especially good, the slut will give you her body." Logan was too weak from the drugging and gave in, out of breath. "Good bitch." it was getting uncomfortable as he was rubbing around the mess further. Rebecca pulled his head up. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Miss Rebecca." He was obviously lying but didn't want to sniff any more * *excrement.
"Good bitch, tell Abby what you are."
"I'm a bitch, miss Abby."
"Megan, take the bitch back to the nursery. The slut needs a feeding and change before bed." Megan grabbed Logan's hand and lead him out. "So baby, why do you need me."*
"For a fresh change of underwear."
"You wear diapers, and you love them now."
"Fine, please just let me wear a clean one." Abby's voice was pleading.
"Ok, tell me what you are, why you need a new diaper, and call me mommy from now on."
"Mommy? This is a little fucked up, Rebecca."*
"You can sleep in that diaper if you'd like."
"Fine, but you're not. I'm a baby, I pooped in my diaper so I need to be changed, mommy." Abby added a bit of sarcasm, but Rebecca didn't care.
"Mommy will clean you up and then feed you." Abby was still to weak to fight as Rebecca undid her diaper tapes.
"You **** like a grown man, Abby." She then went to work with baby wipes, cleaning the feces up. The cold wet sensation rose that excitement in Abby, but she didn't know what to do. Rebecca powdered her and lifted her legs to place a new diaper underneath her. Just before she did it up, she rubbed a cream into the area around Abby's womanhood.
"What is that?"*
"A special gel so you'll never grow pubic hair again, I want my baby smooth."
"Noo!" That was Abby's vestige of adulthood, even if it was usually shaved smooth.
"Babies don't get a choice, sweetheart. And if baby wants to have teeth, she should watch her tongue." Rebecca flashed a dentist brochure. "Now let's get you some dinner."
"What are me and Logan being fed?"
"Logan is Megan's job for the moment, but you're drinking my breast milk."
"Please, no, I'll eat ****, just not that."
"What's wrong with it, millions of infants do it every day with their mommies."
"You're not my mother. It's kind of lesbian, in fact."
"Well, we could always pluck out those pearly whites of yours and change you to a permanent liquid diet." Abby was dismayed, her perfect smile was a prime attraction for the cute boys. What could she do? She struggled, but biting the bullet (or the boob in this case.) would serve better in the long run than losing her lovely smile.
"Ok, I'll do it. You promise this is only for summer break, right?" The last right, Abby's voice was quavering.*
"Technically, yes. You won't be a baby begging for my favor, but if I do it right, you'll be permanently under my control."*
"Rebecca, please let me go. I'm truly sorry. I'll serve you for the summer, I'll fall apart after that."
"You're right." Abby breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm going to let you go in august, no strings attached. This is my mercy and I can revoke it. Let us lay down some ground rules." Rebecca's bitch smirk was back. "Rule 1. You will do whatever I want without question." Abby kind of figured that. "Rule 2. Any sexual acts I ask of you, on a male or female, you will do it, and tell me you like it." Abby was terrified. The farthest she'd gone was kissing, and this bitch was gonna push her straight to sex. "Rule 3, Logan is your boyfriend and you will treat him as such." Finally, something that didn't feel like a kick to the face. Abby didn't hate Logan, he just got annoying sometimes. He had always had a crush on Abby, but she looked him over in favor of other, cuter boys. He would treat her fairly, at least. *He wasn't gonna be mean to a girl he liked, right? Right? Abby's stomach churned, Logan probably hated her after getting his face rubbed on her shitty diaper. No, it wasn't her fault, he knew that. He probably liked it, that perv, touching my butt without touching the dirty parts. Abby could only half believe her words. She had no friends to aid her. "Rule 4. I can and will make permanent changes to your body. These will neither be noticeable without close inspection or disfiguring." Abby felt even more sick, what was this mad woman gonna do to her body? "Rule 5. Your diaper is your toilet. My teats are your fridge. You will act and react like an infant unless I or Megan say otherwise. Now come and get din din."*
Abby was still in the gurney as she watched Rebecca take off her shirt. Rebecca's bra was rainbow zebra print but it slid off, revealing C-cup breasts. Abby blushed, Rebecca was much more naturally endowed than her. The nipples were swollen and drops of clear-milky liquid sat at their tips. Abby cried, again. *how could she hold so many tears? Rebecca slid her off the stretcher and into her lap. Abby, being a full-grown girl was a little heavy for Rebecca. So she opened her legs, allowing Abby's bottom to rest on the grey couch between. Abby tried to avoid it, but was weak and slow still. Rebecca grabbed the back of her head and shoved it to her breasts. Abby's muffled cries made Rebecca giggle at her resistance. She guided Abby's mouth to her nipple and pushed, forcing her into it. Abby opened her mouth and cover the nipple, hopefully Rebecca wouldn't actually force her to drink. Abby actually didn't mind the way the nipple felt in her mouth, as long as milk wasn't coming out. She was lost in thought of escape when she absentmindedly sucked a bit. A bit of the sugary milk came out *She immediately tried to spit it out, but Rebecca held her tight. She coughed, doing anything to avoid swallowing it. In the end Abby swallowed. It wasn't horrible tasting, but she couldn't stand Rebecca.
"Drink up, we're not stopping till you drain both. Or does little slut love boobies in her mouth?" Abby looked up at her bitch smirk with pure hate in her eyes. "Oh dear, Mommy's going to have to break you, isn't she? We'll do that tomorrow." Abby realized this was hopeless and began sucking as quickly as possible to end this. "Slow." Abby slowed down in fear of punishment but still kept a nice clip. The warm milk pouring into her stomach made her drowsy and she had to fight to keep fast. The taste wasn't quite that bad, but it was the principle of it being Rebecca's. Eventually that boob was dry and Rebecca placed her on the other. Abby looked up while suckling and was surprised to see Rebecca staring with contentment and love. She bet that bitch was lesbian. Rebecca moved Abby's hair out of her face. That bitch was total lesbian. Abby decided she liked the taste and was sad that she likely wouldn't taste it after the summer. NO! she couldn't think like that. That gave Rebecca power. Finally the breasts were emptied and Abby sated. Rebecca picked her up like an infant and carried her in the next room.
The room was pink with ABC blocks on the wall. There was a crib, changing table, high chair, and playpen. All sized larger that for babies. Megan had Logan in her lap, breastfeeding him as well. The pair finished and Megan said.
"The babies are tired, they need to go to bed." Rebecca nodded.
"Yeah, especially with their full stomachs. We'll lay them down for the night and plan tomorrow."
"Sounds good." Megan lifted Logan onto the gurney, he was too heavy for her, and carted him to the crib. She lifted him limb by limb and he curled up, exhausted. Abby looked for her crib, but Logan's was the only one in the room. Abby bit it her lip, the first word was gonna kill her.*
"Uhhhh... mommy, where is my crib?"
"You're sharing with your boyfriend, sweet heart." Abby's heart sank through the floor, but this was temporary. Those pictures were forever. Rebecca placed her in the cradle by Logan. The cradle was long enough for them, but not broad at all. Abby and Logan were overlapping and the only comfortable position was on one's side. Abby faced the outside of the crib, Logan wasn't getting any sympathy tonight. Rebecca threw a comforter over them and pulled the locking top over the crib. CLICK "Night slut. Night logan." Rebecca shut off the lights and closed the door behind her.
"It'll be ok, Abby. We'll survive." Logan's voice was calm, but careful listening might pick up a trace of fear. He's probably was just trying to take advantage of her current state. Abby welled up in anger at this new train of thought.
"I know you heard those rules, Logan. They may make me call you a boyfriend, but you're not getting anything from me. You can kiss my ass before I let you touch any other part of me." she couldn't see him, but the mood had changed.
"ok Abby, but I think you should remember I'm the only one here not torturing you. So back off and stop bitching. Their rules are forced on me too and if they want us to do something to each other, there's little you OR I can do to stop them." Logan's attitude had switched to righteous anger. Abby knew he wasn't lying, but something still bothered her, why was he even here?
"I'm sorry for snapping, Logan. Today's just been really fucked up."
"I forgive you. I'm Frustrated too, but we have to get along to survive."
"Why are you here in the first place? You didn't hurt Rebecca, and Megan is your friend."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?"
"It's personal and embarrassing."
"Ugh, you're such a jerk sometimes. Just tell me."
"Fine, but I want a hug."
"Fuck it, I've already done several things today that make me hate myself, you're the least of my worries." *Abby turned in the crib and gave him a quick hug. She then started to flip back over.*
"You could at least look at me when I'm talking."
"just shut up and tell me. That wasn't part of our deal."
"Ok Abigail" Abby hated her proper name.
"shut the fuck up, not even my friends call me that." Logan was caught off guard and his next sentence sounded apologetic and hurt.
"Ok Abby, I'll be nice and tell you the story. Megan and I are good friends, and you know that. My mother and I never got along well, so I always called Megan mom and asked her for maternal advice. Eventually, I became very comfortable with her and told her I was a cross dresser as well as an adult baby. She was very accepting and allowed me to call her mama. After high school, we stayed in touch, but were both saddened by not being together. About 2 weeks before summer break, she called me and asked me if I wanted her to baby me for real. I immediately said yes and my travel arrangements were made. I got here and found Megan naked. Even though I called Megan mama, I still thought of her as sexy. She invited me into the bed, but as I was undressing she walked up and jabbed me with a syringe. I tried to get out of the room, but collapsed before I was able to. Now I'm here."
Abby was dumbstruck. The man was pure testosterone to her knowledge. He was a three season athlete as well as a skirt chaser back in high school, and college hadn't made him much better.
"So you like this?"
"For the most part, Abby."
"Then why were you crying earlier?"
"Because getting my face rubbed in a dirty diaper isn't exactly fun. That was Rebecca's idea though. You're in for a rough time with her. Megan is really nice to me, she isn't out to punish me."
"I want out of this."
"There isn't a way out."
"Shut up and go to bed. I don't need your commentary."
"Ok, hope you enjoy tomorrow." Logan rolled and started to doze off. Abby couldn't help but think over his last sentence. What does he mean tomorrow? Is something worse planned? Abby tossed and turned, thinking of all the possible tortures Rebecca could inflict. She barely noticed her transition to sleep, as her dreams continued on with imagining tortures.
Abby's Adventure Ch. 2
Abby woke up still in darkness, having no idea of the time and not remembering her circumstances, caught up in morning ritual. All she knew is that her morning pee had announced itself. She rose only to hit her head on the bars overhead and knock reality crashing back down on her. Logan was still sleeping behind her as she began to rattle the bars on the top of the crib. They were tightly locked and obviously not coming off soon. Oh no, no more, not again. She wasn't gonna use this diaper. She shoved her body weight against the side of the crib in an attempt to tip it over. The crib rocked and she swayed with the motion, increasing the angle of tilt. Logan, still half asleep, flailed his limbs. The crib tipped on it's side with a crash, knocking over several other things in the room. Abby sat there realizing that she hadn't planned what to do after she had gotten this far. Logan was still in a daze and just looked at Abby. Abby looked for her next move, footsteps in the hall. Oh no! It's too late. Abby braced herself. Rebecca slammed the door open, spotted Abby and the mess she made, and gave her a look that could kill.
"What the hell are you doing, Abby? You know how stupid doing this was?
Give me a good reason or Your bottom'll be so red baboons will laugh at you." Abby looked down, unintentionally, like a small child caught in the act of doing something wrong.
"I, I, I had to pee and I was trying to get to the bathroom." Rebecca's face somehow got even angrier. Her next words came back in a whisper.*
"You wreck your room and wake me up at 2:30 in the morning because you have to pee? Abby, what are you wearing?"
"A onesie?" Abby was in fact wearing one, the scary part was that she didn't remember wearing it to bed.*
"Don't play stupid with me, I'm the one in control. You can't even control your bowels."
"Fine, a diaper."
"A diaper, what?"
"A diaper, mommy."
"That's right. You're in a diaper. You're a baby. You're dumb. Without me, you can't survive. Dumb babies pee in their diaper, then the naughty ones get spanked." Rebecca pulled out a syringe of slightly yellow liquid. "Now here are your options: You urinate in that diaper willingly, or I inject this and you're helpless for a week." Logan was fully awake and chimed up.*
"Mama Rebecca, I pottied my diaper and I don't wanna be between you and Abby. Can you take me to my mama?" Abby didnt believe the first part until she looked down at the yellow spot on his diaper. Rebecca switch, eerily easily, to a soft, living voice.
"Of course, sweetheart. Good babies need their rest. Slut, don't move while I'm gone or I'll make you even more miserable than I already am." Rebecca unlocked the top of the crib and grabbed Logan's hand. Logan crawled out and toddled after her out of the room. Abby was left to her own devices for about a minute until Rebecca returned. "See slut, all you have to do is be like him. You have to obey. Then I wouldn't have to punish you like this. Now wet that diaper." Abby tried to open the flood gates, but her bladder was too well trained.
"I can't. I'm trying, but I can't. Please." Rebecca got the bitch smirk.
"Well, Abby. You seem to need a little help." She reached down and began tickling Abby. Abby shrieked and giggled against her will. Then it snapped. She could feel a rush of fluid into her diaper as she lost the last bit of control. Rebecca backed off to listen to her cry. "Let's change you." Rebecca changed her diaper, but rubbed a blue cream on her womanhood this time.
"Mommy, what is that?"*
"Mommy doesn't want to be woken up again for a potty time. This cream will make you a bed wetter for 8 hours."
"So it's not permanent?"
"Nope, but mommy has a surgery for that if you get out of line later. Don't think you're off the hook. I'm made at you and you'll be punished later today."
Rebecca took Abby and put her back in the crib with a quick lock of the top. Abby didn't resist at all, the drugs had weakened her muscles beyond fighting back. Rebecca shut off the light and left Abby in the dark. Abby's own thoughts tortured her back to sleep.
***
She woke in sunlight this time and found that, to her dismay, the gel had worked. Her diaper was damp but at least not full on wet. The sky outside her window reminded her of a bird trapped in a cage. Freedom was so close but might as well be on mars. A new piece of equipment was attached to the bars. A baby monitor was hanging in from them, switched on. Abby quickly switched it off in a small act of defiance. A moment later, Rebecca walked in.*
"Ah, slut is awake. My monitor happen to stop, so I assumed it was you. Today, you're gonna be punished. Let's get you ready. Rebecca pulled out a syringe and prepared to inject more of the weakening cocktail into her system. Abby immediately scrambled to the far wall of the crib. "Megan, I'm gonna need you!" Rebecca shouted. Megan came in soon after.
"Sorry. Logan eats a ton. I left the certain jars of baby food you wanted on the counter." Oh no.*
"Great, Megan. Hold Abby down so I can give her this shot." Without a word, Megan slipped the side of the crib down and grabbed Abby's arms. Abby kicked her legs, but was much too feeble to hurt her. Rebecca quickly leaned in and jabbed the needle into her arm. Abby relaxed as she felt more of her strength drain from her body. "Megan, does Logan resist this much?"
"No, he's got half a brain. He realized the futility of fighting back before I had to assert my authority."
"Sure, Megan. Or he's just been wanting this to happen to him since forever ago."
"Come on Rebecca, don't ruin my fun." They both laughed.
"Well ok. I have to get this thing around for what we planned last night. " Rebecca gestured at Abby.*
"Yeah, same with Logan." Megan walked out. Abby didn't want to do it, but she did anyway.
"Mommy... What are we gonna do today?"
"Break your will to resist, of course." Before Abby could answer back, Rebecca grabbed a large pacifier from some nook and placed it in Abby's mouth. "No more talk, time to get ready." Rebecca picked her up and placed her on the changing table. She undid the tapes on the wet diaper and Abby felt the cool rush of the air on her skin. Rebecca pulled out baby wipes and cleansed Abby's diaper area. Abby was still uncomfortabl with this process and still managed to squirm, even though weakened. After the baby powder and oil were rubbed in Rebecca got the bitch smirk. She reached underneath the changing table and produced a bottle of hot sauce. Abby was slightly confused. She then pulled out a fresh diaper. Oh no! Abby thought she was catching on. Rebecca placed the diaper under her bottom, but let the it undone. She unscrewed the hot sauce and began to tilt it over the front inside of the diaper. Abby jerked with all her miniscule strength. She spit out the pacifier.
"No!"*Her eyes were on the verge of watering. Rebecca continued tilting it incredibly slowly, prolonging the torture. The first drop began to bead on the edge of the opening of the bottle. Terror had turned to horror as Abby realized there was no escape. She sat frozen when that bead appeared. Suddenly, Rebecca put the bottle back down and capped it.*
"Never wake me up again."*Abby collapsed physically and mentally in relief. Rebecca picked up the pacifier and put it back in Abby's mouth. Abby was compliant as Rebecca dressed her in another onesie. This one was mint green with whore in big letters on the chest. Abby was lost in thought, wondering where she got all this. She was caught off guard when a sharp pain stung her arm. Rebecca had placed another needle in it. "You'll need this later. Time for your breakfast."
Rebecca snatched up Abby and carried her down a hall to a kitchen. Megan and Logan were gone, but they had left a mess of the counter and high chair. Rebecca placed Abby in the high chair and kept walking by to the refrigerator. She pulled out several small jars. "Ready for some baby food, baby?" Abby didn't reply out of shame and the pacifier. Rebecca laughed to herself and moved the jars onto the table where Abby could see them more closely. There were six jars in total, each a different flavor. Rebecca brought out a larger metal bowl and spoon. She opened the jars and began pouring them in the bowl. "See, we mix the peas, and the bananas, and the prunes, and the carrots," she was showing Abby each jar as it was poured in, relishing in the terror spreading across her face. "and mrs. Cauliflower wants in too." Abby didn't think she could do this any longer. She spit out the pacifier.
"Release the pictures, I'm done. I can't do this anymore."
"Abby, you have no choice. You're too weak to run or fight. No one can hear you yell out here. Your only chance is to play along." The last flavor, beans, found it's way into the bowl. "Stop resisting, we havent even punished you for last night yet."
"Fuck y-" The large metal spoon cut off her sentence. Abby choked on thevile mush, attempting to spit it out. The spoon was removed and Rebecca's hand covered her mouth. Abby still refused to swallow. Rebecca pinched her nose. Dying for air, Abby swallowed. Rebecca withdrew her hands and shoved in the next spoonful. Abby gagged on the next bite, attempting to vomit the sick goo back up.
"It's not going to work, Abby. That shot I gave you suppresses the ability to puke." Spoon after sickly spoon, Rebecca forcefeed Abby. The last few times, she swallowed quickly just to end *the meal. "Now is that any way to talk to your mother." Abby was starting to break.
"No, mommy."
"We're going to the basement. Its time for your punishment." Abby was let out of the high chair and immediately had to grab the table to stay standing. Rebecca shoved the back of her calf and she fell to all 4's. "Babies crawl." Abby crawled by Rebecca to the basement stair. "Crawl down backwards." Abby did as she was told. She looked up at Rebecca, who looked straight ahead. Abby thought she looked so much taller now, but it could just be the perspective.
The bottom of the ****en stairs ended in a room with cobblestone-style walls and floors. A closed door was located under the stairs. A hearty fire roared in a fireplace to the wall counterclockwise to the the door. Several red-hot metal rod sat on the edge of the fire. Megan sat in a chair opposite the fire. Logan had his face buried in her chest, begging.
"Mama, please don't do that to me." Megan did her best to soothe him.
"It's ok, little one. It won't hurt a bit and no one will notice it."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Be glad you're not Abby." Thats always a great sign, Abby thought. Rebecca broke her thought by yanking her shoulder-length hair.
"Go over to the chains." Rebecca sounded stern, systematic. There were chains bolted to the ground near the fire. Abby crawled over to them. Megan held Logan's hand and led him over. He willingly laid down and was chained in by the two women. They pulled down the back of his diaper, exposing his bottom. Megan comforted him again.*
"Would you like your girlfriend to hold your other hand?" Logan looked at Abby and then nodded.*
"Wait, lets go one better. Abby, put your crotch in Logan's face." Rebecca said I'm het systematic voice. Abby sat there stunned for a second before Rebecca grabbed her and dragged her there. Logan's face was inches away from her vagina, and she wasn't happy about it. "See, Now you have somewhere to scream." Logan looked up at Abby and caught her look of disdain. He then looked back at Rebecca, unsure what to do. "Unless you want her treatment, I'd suggest doing it." he looked to Megan, who nodded, and nuzzled up to the front of Abby's diaper. Abby could feel his breath and it made the hot sweaty diaper more uncomfortable. Megan became massaging a white cream into one of his butt cheeks.*
"This will make it not hurt, little one."
Megan placed welder's gloves on her hands and grabbed one of the heated metal rods. On the red end, just bigger than a thumbnail, were the initials M.K. backwards. Megan aimed it at Logan's bottom and pressed it right where she had put the cream. Logan tensed and grunted. He shoved his face forward slightly, making Abby gasp. Megan stopped and put the branding rod to the side. She then took a bandage and placed it over Logan's new*
brand. He was unchained and he crawled a short distance to a waiting blanket. Rebecca and Megan grabbed Abby's arms.*
They forced Abby down flat and chained her down like they had Logan. She fought the iron bounds but was unsuccessful.
"Megan, take off your pants and panties." Rebecca was smiling. Megan obediently stripped down. Abby yelled.
"Megan, why are you listening to her?"
"She has a huge trust fund, and guess who's getting paid. Also, sometimes one best friend is naughty and hurts someone. So the other best friend has to reteach the bad one how to behave. You were a bitch to a lot of people, Abby. Now it's time to be a sweet little girl." Megan sat like Abby had sat in front of Logan, but this time, there was no barrier. Abby heard the Rebecca pick up the rod. At least the brand would be tiny. Abby was trying to comfort herself. Suddenly Rebecca came and showed the brand to Megan.
It was about 6 inches by 3 and said SLUT. Abby started to cry.
"Think it'll be big enough?"
"Yeah, and no anesthetic for her either."
"Why would I use it any way?" Logan looked up and chirped in himself.
"Mama, why are you mean to Abby? I thought she was your friend." Megan was caught off guard and struggle for a second with a response.
"Well...uhhhh.... This... Will make her a better girlfriend. A nicer one." she looked at Logan, hoping he would find the answer satisfactory. She really did think of Logan as her child in some aspects. She didn't want to hurt him like Rebecca did abby. Logan wasn't*
originally in the plan. Megan asked Rebecca to add Logan as a gift to him.
Logan looked back with drowsy eyes and said.
"Ok." He rolled back over. Abby felt doomed as rebecca counted down.
"...1...2...3!" She jabbed the red hot brand into Abby's ass. Abby felt like hell itself was grabbing her bottom. Megan shoved her womanhood into Abby's face *to muffle the scream of pain that she made. After the last howl, Abby collapsed mentally. Between the brand and Megan's- Megan's -. She couldn't even bring herself to think the word. "Time to ensure it scars." Abby felt grains of something poured on the burn, making it hurt even worse. "That salt will do the trick." Another sprinkle pushed her over the edge and she passed out from the pain.
