Personnel Identity Registration Inquiry- Information Request
Note: The application for information concerning the requested personnel has been granted.
Note: The following information request has been authored by Eva Moreno, Vice-Principal & Dean of students and staff, with permission from Miss Panda, Principal & Headmaster.

Employee Information:

Name: Jennifer “Jenna” Hayes

Alias: Miss Jenna Panda

Personnel Registration Number(UN#): 0008

Designation: Class A

Age: 29, Sex: F, Hair: Auburn, Eyes: Green, Skin: Ivory, Uniform: Orange

Employer: Miss Panda (Property of)

Occupation: Secretary, Caregiver

Employment Description:
Underhuman #0008, Jennifer “Jenna” Hayes- henceforth referred to as Jenna- is one of the six registered babysitters/caregivers at Dreams Come True, as well as the facility’s designated secretary.
In addition to the normal requirements expected from being one of the facility’s six babysitters, Jenna is in charge of taking care of all of the secretary duties for the facility and its operations. This will involve working with the headmaster and the dean behind the scenes, as well as informing us of what is going on among the students and their caregivers.
Jenna is in charge of all students as well as all other babysitters, and will be in charge of directing her sisters with instructions to perform.
Jenna is, in essence, the highest ranking underhuman* personnel employed at Dreams Come True. (*Underhuman here meaning beneath human, the designated property of another person, one under the direct ownership and control of a human master.)

Charge Information:

Name: Zoey Fletcher

Personnel Registration Number(UN#): ABC02

Age: 26, Sex: F, Hair: Red, Eyes: Brown, Skin: Fair

Color: Lavender, Animal: Hamsters, Food: Fruits, Fear: Loneliness

Charge Description:
Jenna’s charge is Zoey Fletcher, F, age 26- henceforth referred to as Zoey.
Zoey has no known dietary restrictions, though it is important to note that she is turning out to be quite the picky eater.
Zoey’s known medical diagnoses and prescriptions include ADHD, which prior to her arrival at the facility has gone unmedicated, and will continue to go unmedicated until treatment is deemed necessary.

Staff notes on Zoey:

“Zoey is a tiny little menace, but she’s easy to stomp on. She’ll make a really nice walkway for me, honestly, and the hope is that soon enough she will enjoy living as such.” -Jenna Panda, caregiver.

“A brat. … This one is a brat, plain and simple. Give her a few months, and she’ll be making trouble for attention, rather than out of anger.” -Candy Panda, administrator.

“In accordance with her examination by the administrator, my determination is to pair her with Miss Jenna, mostly as a means of keeping the girl in line. Other considerations have been made on the possibility of entrusting her to the care of Miss Molly, on account of Molly also being an adequate brat tamer, but with regards to Molly’s general attitudes toward adamant brats like Zoey, I am confident in believing that she’ll do best with Miss Jenna.” -Eva Moreno, dean.

Administrator notes on Jenna:

“Out of all my slaves, I do believe that Jenna is the most capable, and that is why not only am I going to go through with this, but I am also going to leave this endeavor largely up to her. This whole facility was largely her and her sister’s idea, and I have faith in them and their ability to make my dream come true with this facility. Jenna just happens to be the one most responsible for convincing me to let them go through with it all.” -Miss Panda, owner.

“Jenna, really? You would be crazy to doubt Jenna’s abilities to get the job done, trust me, she’s more than capable of keeping girls in line… and I would know. This one is mostly just up to her on whether she would want to do such a thing, she can get lazy at times, but don’t we all? Don’t answer that, just know that yeah, of course she’s going to do great.” -Candy Panda, administrator.

“In accordance with her examination by the administrator, my determination is to pair her with Zoey Fletcher, on account of Zoey being the most adamant brat of the group. Sure, the girl isn’t quite as violent or aggressive as Aubree, and other considerations have been made on the possibility of entrusting her with the care of Aubree Mason, but Aubree simply doesn’t have the type of stamina that Zoey has. The former will have bursts of high energy rebelliousness, but will teeter out quickly, while the latter is capable of maintaining such an attitude almost around the clock. It is largely for this reason that I have decided it best that she be paired with Zoey Fletcher, it’s where her skills will be the most necessary.” -Eva Moreno, dean.

What follows, as requested, is the surveillance information for UN ABC02 and UN 0008 .
Staff Observation II: Subjects- Zoey Fletcher and Jennifer Hayes

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“You’ve got about a minute left.”

In timeout that was, Jenna currently had her charge sat on a stool in the corner of her own nursery room as punishment for misbehaving. Now there really wasn’t any way for Zoey to know whether or not her caregiver was telling the truth, the babysitter didn’t even have so much as a watch to keep track of the time or a clock to watch the seconds tick away on, but Jenna didn’t really care, she was doing the counting in her head anyways.

And Zoey should know better than to argue about it anyways, she had already had her timeout restarted once for being a brat and making a fuss accusing Jenna of just pretending to keep time.

But really, Zoey had just wanted to get that bar of soap out of her mouth as soon as humanly possible, and clearly being a brat wasn’t going to get her there, she tried.

“I’ll take the soap out.” Jenna made sure that her little one knew not to try and take it out herself when the time was up, that was her caregiver’s job. “Time’s up, turn around.”

For once, Zoey did as she was told, turning around in her stool to face her caregiver, her leg twitching as she waited for Jenna to hurry up and help her.

Jenna nudged her off of the stool and beside her as she took the girl’s place in the seat, setting a very childish plastic bucket at her feet for Zoey to spit in as she removed the bar of soap from between her teeth, trying not to scrape it on the poor girl’s fangs. “Bite me and it goes right back in, kay?”

“ Pttooo. ” Zoey spat up a wad of soap gunk straight into the bucket, watching her caregiver drop the bar inside of it as well. “Bite-”

Zoey had to stop herself from saying bite me straight into her caregiver’s face, as well as keeping herself from swallowing nervously, not wanting to ingest a ton of spuds, quickly turning back to the bucket and spitting again.

Jenna just ignored that little bit, she was going to be punishing her further in a bit anyways, so instead she waited for her charge to look over at her before helping her. She waited for the girl to look needy, holding off until she looked up at her caregiver, seemingly asking for help, before she offered any.

She held a small plastic cup to the girl’s lower lip, full of water, when she turned back to look at her caregiver for assistance, immediately grateful when she got any. She took a mouthful of water into her mouth, and like any smart woman would, washed out her mouth and spat back into the bucket instead of swallowing. Zoey rinsed and repeated a few more times until her mouth was adequately clean before feeling confident enough to drink and swallow anything her caregiver offered her.

“So what did we learn?” Jenna sat her up, wanting to make sure that the girl had learned her lesson before letting her off the hook.

Zoey just eyed her caregiver, far less afraid to get into trouble while the two of them were alone together, while all eyes were off of them.

“Not to try and incite seditious behavior in my fellow captives by convincing them to take part in a rebellious insurrection against their oppressors, Ma’am.”

Jenna just stared at her, shaken with surprise at the flagrant language that the girl was using to describe it. “Do you… want another mouth soaping?”

Zoey just shook her head, once again not wanting to speak out of line.

“Then try again, with less charged language this time.” Jenna very nearly reached in to grab the soap, but decided against it… for now. “Less passive aggressive and more self-debasing.”

Zoey sighed, relenting and behaving, if only to avoid another punishment. “Don’t talk badly about my masters or try to be naughty behind my superiors’ backs…”

Jenna smiled, setting the bucket aside. “Much better~”

A manager, Jenna had been a manager, and not a very well liked one. But she always got the job done, until one day she was kidnapped on the way home from work and sold onto the black market. Finding her way to Miss Panda was an issue of pragmatics, she needed someone older and more experienced than her other slaves, and Jenna was the woman for the job.

Zoey was just the next in a long line of difficult underlings, needing to be disciplined. End of story.

“Are we behaving yet?”

“Yes.” Thanks to her efforts, Jenna had gotten to Zoey with ease, draining her energy for the night. “Yes, Ma’am… I’m behaving now.”

“Good.” Jenna smiled, ruffling the girl’s pretty red hair. “Ready to get to sleep then?”

“Yes please.” Unlike the other girls, Zoey was more than ready to get to bed, needing to recharge her goblin energy for the next morning.

“I’m going to assume that you don’t want to be a good girl and help me pick out clothes for tomorrow?”

“I think I’d rather go naked, honestly.”

“And let all of the other girls see how wet your diapers are?”

“Naked, in my book, would exclude diapers from the wardrobe.”

“Are you sure?” Jenna smirked, making her way over to the wardrobe. “There are some pretty punk rock designs that I think you’d get a kick out of~”

“Unless you’ve got some with skulls on them, I highly doubt that, and even then, I’d still rather not.”

“Well going without is very simply not an option for you, I’m afraid.” Jenna shrugged off Zoey's comments for now. “But I suppose if you don’t want to help pick an outfit out, I’ll put you in some pretty pink ones with flowers and unicorns instead.”

“Instead of what, exactly?”

“Instead of those fancy skull diapers that you so desperately want~”

“You don’t have any of those.”

“Oh don’t I?”

Jenna turned heel to face the girl, holding up and showing off just that, the exact diapers that Zoey was describing, purple with skulls, crossbones, and other overly edgy designs on them. “Is this what you want to wear tomorrow… or is this?”

True to her word, in her other hand, Jenna held up a pink diaper, complete with extremely girly flowers and unicorns on them. “Because this is the one you’ll be wearing tomorrow if you leave it up to me~”

Zoey blushed, her face as bright red as her hair as she moped over to Jenna’s side to help pick out a cute outfit for her to wear in the morning.

Now normally these weren’t clothes that Jennifer would give to her child, but she could tell that Zoey was hyper indie and emo, and was going to get a kick out of the collection. Judging by how the girl’s eyes lit up excitedly as she saw them, Jenna was glad she had picked them out for the kid’s wardrobe, she had wanted to see an excited smile on Zoey’s face like the one she was making now.

“Alright fine, umm…” Zoey looked over them, picking out a black tank top with yet another skull on it. “How about this one?”

“Hrmm…” Jenna was going to let her pick out some punky clothes, but not too many of them. “Not for the first day of school.”

“Grrr…” Zoey growled quietly under her breath, but complied, picking out a slightly more appropriate tank top. “Can I wear this one then?”

“Sure.” That one was far more to Jenna’s liking, light orange with a black rose printed onto the front. It was punky, but it was also cutesy. “What else?”

“Umm… leggings?” Zoey scanned the collection for pants to wear that would help her conceal herself.

“A skirt.” Her caregiver shook her head, very strictly dictating that she wanted Zoey to wear a skirt for the first day of school. “Pick out a skirt~”

“But I don’t want… you know?” Zoey protested. “I don’t want people to see.”

“Zoey.” Jenna tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re wearing a skirt tomorrow.”

“Yes, Ma’am…” Zoey sighed, picking out the most basic black skirt she could and holding it out towards her caregiver.

“Black again?” Jenna raised one eyebrow, taking it into her hand. “You’re running out of emo points on the outfit budget, sweetie.”

“And?” Zoey just crossed her arms. “I’m not wearing frilly skirts or girly high tops.”

“Because you wanted to wear those black mary janes, right?”

“Yeah, and you said I could as long as I wore those frilly socks you picked out with them, right?”

“Yes. But your outfit is already about as punk rock as I’m going to allow it to be, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl.”

“Yes you are, don’t push your luck.” Jenna glared at her, letting her menacing aura push her luck. “Unless you want to wear all pink tomorrow, you’ll take that back, and quickly.”

“Sorry.” Zoey blushed and whined, her arms still crossed as she spoke. “I’m… a little girl.”

“And whose little girl are you, cherry bomb?”

“Yours, Ma’am.” Zoey sighed. “I’m your little girl.”

Jenna grinned, satisfied enough to not torture her any more than she was already planning on. “Try not to end up the third Z on the Z-list, girly… I’d miss you if you had to die.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am…” She swallowed nervously. “Is this outfit okay, just for tomorrow?”

“Hmm…” Jenna quietly thought it over in her head. “Normally I’d be fine with just one girly accessory, but… I had quite the collar picked out for you, that I’m sure you’re going to like~”

Zoey blushed, her eyes going wide as she saw the collar Jenna was holding up, a black leather strap with spikes that was going to go around her neck, marking her as the property of her caregiver- and she wanted it so badly. “Give.”

“Not unless we get rid of one of these articles for something cuter~” Jenna smirked, shaking her head as she held up that purple diaper covered in black skulls. “The diaper or the collar, which would you like?”

Zoey groaned in disappointment, she didn’t want to be forced into anything pink and covered with unicorns… but she really wanted that collar. “That one… please…”

“Pink diapers it is~” Jenna smiled, setting aside the girl’s outfit for tomorrow and putting away the other clothes before turning back to the girl. “Chin up~”

Zoey did as she was told, exposing her neck for her caregiver so that Jenna could put the collar on her neck, second guessing herself for just a moment as she was doing so, but not before Jenna could finish collaring her.

Click.

“There. If that comes off, I’ll have Molly’s next demonstration be on you~” Jenna smiled, gently tugging on it. “Now bend over, hands on your ankles.”

“Grrrrr…” Back to growling. The oversized hamster went back to growling immediately upon being collared and instructed to bend over for her new master… but that didn’t stop her from doing so, not wanting another mouth soaping, or even worse- being made into the next public test dummy.

“Good girl.” Jenna smiled, rubbing the seat of the girl’s diaper, confirming to herself how badly she needed to be changed… but Jenna wasn’t going to be putting her into a new diaper before bed, she had other plans tonight. “If you wiggle your butt for me, I’ll let you sleep like an amazon tonight~”

“No diapers???”

“No diapers.”

Zoey hated it, but she was going to fucking do it, shaking her ass for Jennifer as she stayed bent over, short and sweet, just long enough to earn her way out of diapers for the night. “There!!”

“Alright alright, get in bed and take them off.”

“Fuck yeah.” Zoey was almost taunting her, but for what reason Jenna didn’t quite understand, especially since it was her who was letting the girl out of them for the night. The little one just wanted to feel like there was any control in her hands over the situation, which there wasn’t.

Zoey climbed into her crib, still not happy that she was being forced into a crib, but nevertheless doing so. But once she was there it was right back to misbehaving, she took it off immediately and tossed it over at Jenna, trying to catch her off guard in the hopes of smacking her in the face with it.

Jenna of course, knowing exactly what it was that Zoey was going to try and pull, caught it and disposed of it with ease.

Now comes the fun part~

Jennifer didn’t walk straight over to Zoey’s side to lock her in her cage for the night, she instead retrieved restraints from one of the nearby drawers and began to chain the little punk down onto her bed.

“You didn’t mention tying me down!!”

“I don’t have to, I can do what I want, when I want.”

“Like hell you can!!”

“Oh Zoey… you’ll never learn will you?” Jenna snatched Zoey’s wrist with ease, clasping the cuffs around it as the girl tried to pull it away, but the little one wasn’t going to be getting away with any more misbehaving tonight. “I’ll give you two choices, sleep with your arms and legs chained up, or wear the pinkest frilliest outfit possible tomorrow… go ahead, your pick.”

“Hmmmph…” Zoey hated her, she hated her so much. “Fine. Whatever…”

“I thought so.”

Zoey found herself sprawled out on her bed, wrists and ankles chained to each corner of the crib, right where her caregiver wanted her for the night, spread out and helpless.

“That’s not too bad, is it?”

“It’s better than diapers or whatever…” Zoey turned away, trying to hide her blushing face. “Can you please leave me alone now?”

“Leave you alone? Why ever would I leave you alone?”

“So that I can sleep!! Please??”

“Awe… poor Zoey. It’s not time to sleep just yet~”

“What do you mean it’s not time to sleep?”

“I mean you don’t really think I whittled away your bratty behavior all day just to let you recover it for tomorrow?”

“Pardon?”

“You don’t really think I have you all chained up here for no reason, do you?”

“Miss Jenna…” Zoey didn’t like referring to her like that, but in this scenario she found it more than necessary. “M-may I please go to bed now?”

“Not until I’ve had my fun with you, no.”

“Y-your fun?”

“Of course!! Or haven’t you forgotten? Because I haven’t…”

“Forgotten what, Miss Jenna?”

“Forgotten what you said to me earlier~”

“You mean back talking?” Zoey swallowed nervously, shaking her head in protest. “I haven’t forgotten… I got punished, and I said sorry, didn’t I?”

“You did, but that’s not at all what I’m referring to right now.”

“Then what is it, Miss Jenna?” Zoey was squirming in place, yanking on her restraints as hard as she could in an attempt to get out. “What did I say that I need to be punished for?”

“Oh I’m not punishing you, sweetie. I’ve already finished punishing you for today~”

“I- I don’t remember, Ma’am… what was it that I said…”

“When you were misbehaving, I instructed you to behave, or I’ll finger you til you pass out. To which you responded with- and I quote-” Zoey’s eyes went wide as she listened to her caregiver’s words. “ Y-you can do that anyways, Ma’am- ”

“I…” Zoey shivered with fear. “I only said that as a way of apologizing… Ma’am…”

“Well then let this be a lesson- you shouldn’t say things unless you mean them~”

“But then how am I supposed to appease you, Miss??” Zoey bit her lip and snarled. “How can I debase myself for your amusement if you expect me to mean everything that I say?”

“Oh baby, it’s simple… really, it’s not too hard to figure out… I still want you to say those kinds of things.” Jenna smirked, gently rubbing one of the girl’s inner thighs with her hand. “I just expect you to start meaning them~”

The demented babysitter ran her hand up to the girl’s cunt, listening to her whines and moans as she slipped her fingers inside of the girl for the first time.

“I’m not just going to let you sleep, I’m going to fingerfuck you unconscious~”

“N-no!!!” Zoey squirmed, huffing and puffing under her breath as she felt her caregiver gently pump her fingers in and out of her. “Mmph…”

“Oh don’t get too fussy on me, I know you’re a wuss, but this is nothing.”

“I’m not a wuss!!”

“Then stop acting like one!!”

Jenna snarled, pulling out and jamming her fingers up the little girl’s tight cunt as hard as she could, forcing out a scared squeak from the bound things pursed lips. Zoey arched her back, her legs spread helplessly as she was unable to stop this from happening to her. The babysitter just kept going, roughly and harshfully, completely relentless as she did so.

“S-s-stop!!!” She couldn’t take this, it was something too painful for even her to bear. “Please… please stop…”

“What’s that… I thought you were a tough girl?”

“I am a tough girl!!”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem if I keep going, should it?”

“N-no!! Don’t!!”

She whimpered helplessly, desperate for her to stop. Zoey wasn’t the type of person who liked to be seen crying, but she was getting dangerously close.

“Please Miss… I can’t take this…”

“But you’re a tough girl, aren’t you?” Jenna curled her fingers inside of her, drawing scared squeaks from both sets of Zoey’s lips. “I thought you could take anything?”

“I can’t, Ma’am… please…”

“But why not?”

“Because I can’t… I’m not… I’m not a tough girl…”

There they were, the tears that babies liked to cry when they weren’t getting their way, as Zoey was now. “But if you’re not a tough girl, then what does that make you?”

“I’m a soft girl, Miss Jenna…” Zoey was crying, and that meant that something was very very wrong. “I’m weak… I’m fragile… I’m tender…”

“You’re a sniveling little child, huh?” Jenna kept going, pressing further and further into the girl’s shame. “I’m sure there’s a better word for that, I just can’t figure it out right now…”

“I’m a crybaby!!!” Zoey shrieked with pain, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shouted. “I’m a crybaby, Miss Jenna…”

“And do you mean that, little one?”

“Yes, Ma’am!!!”

“Then say it like you mean it~!!!”

“I do mean it!! I’m not tough!! I’m a crybaby and I know it, Ma’am!!!”

“And are you going to stay a little crybaby?”

“Y-yes, Miss… please…”

“Please what?” Jenna twisted her fingers inside of the girl. “Tell me whose crybaby you really are… who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you!!! …See?” Zoey tilted her head back, showing off the collar that her caregiver had just finished placing around her neck just before she climbed into her crib. “I’m your crybaby, Miss…”

“Almost there, cutie… you’re almost there~”

“I’m your crybaby, Mommy … I’m Mommy’s little crybaby… I promise!!”

“And do you mean that, Zoey?”

“Yes, Mommy!!” Zoey was bawling now, desperate for mercy. “I mean it, I swear…”

“Then show me how much you mean it.”

“Anything, Miss… please…”

“Come on my fingers. Prove that you’re Mommy’s little crybaby by crying and coming on her fingers~”

“I… Okay… Yes, Mommy…” Zoey whimpered and nodded, pained sobs escaping her lips as agreed. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“Harder.” Zoey bit her lip and whimpered. “Finger me harder… please…”

“That I can do.” Jenna waited for the little one to brace herself, and then she went for it, practically bruising the poor girl’s insides as she skewered her on her fingers. “Say thank you when you’re finished~”

Fast and hard. Jenna pumped her fingers in and out of Zoey’s cunt as fast and as hard as she could, per the poor girl’s request, watching her eyes roll back in her head as she was fingerfucked like a ragdoll.

“Thank you!!!” Zoey sobbed and she squealed and she came, just as fast and hard as Jenna’s fingers, Zoey came, orgasming in Mommy’s hand. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!”

And Jenna couldn’t help but smile happily seeing her do so. “Thank you to who?”

“Thank you, Mommy…” The noise coming out of Zoey’s mouth was weak and pitiful, just like her mommy wanted it to be. “Thank you…”

“There’s a good girl~” Jenna pulled her fingers out of the girl and licked her fluids off of the skin of her hand. “Ready to keep going, crybaby ?”

Zoey desperately shook her head. “Please… no…”

“Oh?” Jenna smirked. “You don’t even want to try being a tough girl anymore?”

“Nuh-uh!!!” Zoey was even protesting like a baby now. “Please no, I’m sorry…”

“Zoey dearest.” Jenna stood over her, admiring the little girl in her crib. “Tough girls get to sleep like amazons… crybabies wear diapers.”

“Then I want diapers.” Zoey bit her lip and swallowed her pride, ready to wear diapers to bed if it meant not getting fingered to death. “I’m a crybaby and I want diapers…”

“You don’t want to be a tough girl for me?”

“No, Mommy…” She shook her head. “I’m not a tough girl… I want diapers…”

“Then Mommy’s going to get you back in diapers, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy… Thank you…”

Jenna quickly popped over to the wardrobe to retrieve what she had picked out for her girl’s first day of school, slipping the thick pink diaper beneath Zoey’s bottom and gently taping it shut around her waist, patting her between the legs once she was done. “There. How does that feel?”

“Better… thank you…”

“Ready for bed, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

“Then Mommy’ll let you sleep now~”

“Okay… thank you…”

“Would you like a kiss goodnight, kiddo?”

“No, Ma’am… please… no…”

“Then I won’t make you give me one.”

“Yes, Miss Jenna… thank you…”

“I’m going to break you, Zoey. I mean it.” Jenna smiled and sighed, ruffling the girl’s hair one last time before closing her into her crib for bed, satisfied with having put her into her place successfully. “Some day, you’re going to behave and you’re going to love it.”

“Y-yes, Miss…” Zoey closed her eyes, about ready to cry herself to sleep for the night. “I’m sorry for misbehaving today…”

“You’ll do better for your first day of school.”

“Yes, Miss… I promise.”

“Good girl.” Jenna flipped the lights off before slowly closing the door. “Goodnight, crybaby~”

“Goodnight Mommy…”