As it turned out, getting away wasn’t that easy. With no cellphone, she had to walk up to the gas station and ask them to use their phone. Then she’d called her sister and had to leave a voice message because welcome to the modern world where no one answered their phones. “I need help, I’ll call you later. I don’t have a way for you to reach me.” Hopefully it was ominous enough sounding that Naomi would just answer every call that came her way.
Burner phone was ten bucks plus tax. So that didn’t help. She was trudging down the sidewalk now. Not really sure where to go but wanting to put distance between her and Malorie. She probably should have tried to show up at work but when she got to the crossroads, left for the mall, right for not, she chose right.
Well past midday, she’d stopped at another gas station and tried her sister again. She’d had to leave a second message. A gas station taquito and bottle of water made up her lunch and stressfully took almost half her money to get. Walking, if she turned back now, she’d make it back to Malorie’s by nightfall. Otherwise her situation was becoming dire. She definitely didn’t want to be outside at night. Goddamnit sis, pick up the phone.
An hour later, tired of walking, she’d collapsed onto a bench at a bus stop. The frigid air was starting to bite into her skin and the oversized coat was happy to let stray gusts of ice cold wind inside to chill her bones further.
“Felicia?” a familiar voice caught her attention as she looked up. Parked in the bus stop was a familiar white subaru, the window rolled down, and inside Dan Hemmings. Pro? Dan was a pretty nice guy and Felicia considered him a friend. Con? Dan was Malorie’s boyfriend. “Felicia, you’re freezing! Why don’t you get in?” He leaned over and popped the passenger side door.
Felicia eyed the subaru suspiciously. “How the heck did you find me?”
“Just luck I guess,” Dan chuckled. “Mostly for you in this weather. Where were you planning on going?”
“I was trying to call my sister,”
“You couldn’t do that at home?”
“Malorie and I had a…disagreement..this morning.”
Dan arched an eyebrow. The expression on his face was relatively inscrutable however. Felicia supposed she didn’t exactly know Dan and Malorie’s habits but he seemed like a pretty kind, albeit vanilla, kind of guy. Her mind went back and forth on whether he could be trusted but she finally settled on jumping into the car. The warmth of the heater was heavenly and she scarcely noticed Dan buckling her in as she luxuriated in the heat.
By the time she’d bothered to look, the car had already been in motion and familiar buildings were rushing by. Dan had turned around and was driving the opposite direction Felicia had been heading in. “Is there anything you need to say Felicia?” Dan asked. “Any phrase you’d like to use?”
“Huh?” Felicia blinked. “What do you mean?”
Dan stole a quick glance at Felicia before turning back to the road with a snort. “Mal was right, you’re playing some game today aren’t you baby.”
Felicia’s heart began to pound. Dan was in on it! One hand moved to the buckle on the seatbelt, easy enough to release. The other hand went to the door. He was cruising at forty miles an hour though, she didn’t exactly want to jump out like that. Maybe when he stopped?
“Princess, you’re already in Epic Trouble with mommy for running away. You don’t want to get in trouble with daddy too for jumping out of the car, do you?” Dan asked. Daddy? Gross! Dan was alright, better than most guys, but certainly not...what had happened to Malorie? And even better, how had she talked Dan into going along with it?
“N-no…” Felicia muttered after a moment. He was right. What was she going to do? Jump out of the car at a stoplight and run off? That wouldn’t actually solve her problem and with it getting late into the afternoon now, she didn’t exactly have a lot of time to work with. What if…what if she played along again? Looked for a better opportunity to jump ship. Of course if they were intent on keeping her prisoner, they might watch her harder. Felicia’s chest began moving up and down rapidly. She could feel herself hyperventilating. Going back seemed horrible but running away from Dan seemed equally bad. Get locked up in some weird diaper dungeon or freeze to death in the cold tonight?
“FeFe” Dan called. Felicia turned to look at him and to her surprise a bright pink bit of plastic appeared in her vision as Dan stuffed a pacifier in her mouth. “All this excitement is getting to you princess. Why don’t you be a good girl for daddy and calm down.”
Felicia wanted to spit the awful thing out. To curse Dan out and tell him what a shitbag he was for going along with Malorie’s game. But her mind kept wandering back to the fact that she had no money, no car, and no place to go. Her only chance was to play along until she could get ahold of Naomi and get a rescue. So she gently sucked the plastic bulb in her mouth.
And, she hated to say it, but it was working. Her breathing slowed and she leaned her head back against the seat’s headrest, enjoying the warmth washing over her. The car was awash with Dan’s cologne, a mild but invigorating scent. The exertion of spending hours jogging through a freezing city was starting to catch up with her and it was hard to keep her eyes open. Just a little rest…
By the time her eyes opened again, Dan was already pulling into the driveway at Malorie’s house. Her house. Malorie was standing in the driveway with her arms folded over her chest, face etched with fury. “You have no idea how much trouble you are in for making mommy worry like that FeFe.”
“Take it easy on her huh?” Dan said as he got out of the car. “I think she got in over her head with her little jaunt. She slept almost the whole way home.”
“You can’t go easy on her Daniel,” Malorie snapped. “She asked to be punished and she knows that mommy always gives her what she asked for.” The anger on her face broke for a moment as she turned to look at Dan. “Did she say anything to you I should know about?”
“No,” Dan shook his head. “That’s a green.”
WIth a devilish grin, Malorie turned back to Felicia. “You’re in for a long night baby.” She seemed delighted by the panic that appeared in Felicia’s eyes. Felicia could only continue to nervously suck on the pacifier as she was hauled inside the house.
* * *
Getting taped back into a diaper wasn’t nearly as lovingly as it had been that morning. Malorie took little care with Felicia, shoving, pushing, and pulling her into position. Before her clothes had even been ripped from her, her pacifier had been pulled out and a ball gag shoved in its place. The uncomfortable gag stretched her mouth open and within seconds it felt like her throat was going dry.
“You didn’t piddle in daddy’s car but you better not have stained mommy’s underwear,” Malorie snapped as she pulled her clothes from Felicia’s body. She inspected them carefully. “Looks like a spot to me.”
Of course there wasn’t. Felicia hadn’t done anything but she still couldn’t help but blush with embarrassment at the thought that she’d wet her underwear. “And don’t think your little adventure gets you out of trouble for wasting diapers,” Malorie continued. “Mommy’s told you before that diapers are expensive and she expects you to use them before you take them off.” She put her hand on Felicia’s crotch and squeezed the new diaper that the girl had been taped into. “That means this one had better be soaked in the morning.” As Felicia’s face continued to burn, the worst part had to be that she really liked Malorie touching her there.
She was rewarded with a slap from Malorie for the trouble of enjoying being touched. “Baby, your behavior is so far removed from being rewarded with mommy’s fingers. You better not even be thinking naughty thoughts in there. The only thing in your brain should be what mommy puts there.”
The cloying scent of skin cream and perfume mixed together in an intoxicating bouquet and Felicia found herself desperate for Malorie’s touch. Despite the horror of the situation, she found her brain buzzing with a happy warmth every time Malorie paid attention to her. She still wanted to get away. Still knew whatever this was, it wasn’t right. And yet…
A bright pink collar was locked around Felicia’s throat. It had a tiny little padlock where the clasp met and Malorie made a show of locking the collar before tucking the key, hanging from a silver chain, around her neck and down her blouse. Collar in place, Malorie had her hands wrapped around it and pulled Felicia behind her. Felicia ended up chained to the wall of her bedroom, collar, hands, legs. A spreader bar made it almost impossible for her to stand. Pink mittens and booties had been added before the chains on the walls had been locked in place.
“Guess what mommy has for you,” Malorie smirked as she wheeled out an enema bag and a long hose. Felicia’s eyes went wide and she tried screaming through the ball gag, which only led to peels of laughter from Malorie. Malorie probed Felicia’s backside with the hose’s nozzle, “here. Or…here?” Finally she set the bag aside. “No. Don’t worry baby, mommy isn’t going to give you an enema tonight. We do need to get your icky out though so that you can get back to being a good baby.” She placed the palms of her hands on Felicia’s cheeks and lifted her head up, making eye contact. “And remember Miss FeFe, good girls get touchies from mommy. I know you’d like that, so you’ll have to be on your best behavior. Ok?”
Goddamnit, why was Malorie making resistance so hard? How could the simple promise of being played with break down her resolve to escape? Felicia was flush with embarrassment, not because of being chained to the wall, not because she was wearing a diaper, but because of the hot energy between her legs. If it meant her Goddess touching her, she wanted to be good. No! She screamed internally, trying to silence the voice that insisted what was happening was good. Fuck this, she has your chained to the wall! Fuck this!
“Daniel dearest!” Malorie called after a minute. “Might you fetch the baby’s meal? You know the special jars that I was saving for a special night.” Felicia could feel a bead of sweat forming at her hairline and dripping down her face. Special jars? It was impossible not to begin trembling. Or crying. Malorie offered pain on one hand and pleasure on the other. For Felicia, it was impossible to manage any sort of emotional control. Her roommate seemed to be the mistress of whatever she was feeling.
“Are you sure about this?” Dan asked. He’d returned with a tray containing two jars of baby food, a bottle filled with a brown liquid, and a bright pink plastic spoon. “I don’t think…”
Malorie put her hand up to silence Dan, “Exactly Daniel, you don’t think. My baby knows what to say if she wants to stop, don’t you baby?”
Felicia began shaking her head, “mmmph uuuhhh!!! mmmmph uuuhhhh!!!” It was impossible to get words through the ball gag.
“You see? She’s asking for it. She tests Daniel, she always tests. She knows that if she’s a good girl mommy will be a sweet and loving mommy. When she tests, she’s asking to be punished.” Malorie put her finger to Felicia’s chin and lifted, smiling into her eyes. “If mommy didn’t punish Miss FeFe then she’d walk all over mommy. Who knows, maybe mommy would end up the one in diapers. But don’t worry Miss FeFe, I’m a good mommy and I know what you’re asking for.”
“Look what I have here,” she whispered into Felicia’s ear. “Some nice yummy num nums made with very special fruit.” Before picking up one of the jars, Malorie made a dramatic show of pulling on a pair of white nylon gloves. Then she carefully unscrewed the jar and dabbed the end of her index finger into the jar. It was very lightly coated in a red mush. “Be very careful to eat every last bite FeFe. Let me show you what happens if you’re a sloppy eater like normal.”
As she rubbed her finger, and the goo, across Felicia’s cheek, the poor girl’s skin began to burn. It wasn’t so bad at first but then the heat became intense. She screamed into her ball gag as the heat transformed to pain. It was as if a hot iron had been pressed against her face.
Dan looked skeptically at Felicia as she was screaming. “It can’t possibly be that bad,” he said. Grabbing the second jar, he dabbed the spoon in and swallowed a mouthful. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, then he dropped the spoon and jar back on the tray and ran out of the room, grunting in pain.
“Looks like baby’s special num nums were a bit too much for daddy,” Malorie said with a grin. “But I know the baby will eat every last bite. Mommy will make sure of that.” She reached over, unclasping the gag, and allowing the ball to fall free of Felicia’s mouth.”
“Malorie please,” tears were in Felicia’s eyes. “Please stop this. Why are you doing this to me?”
“You’re babbling again baby,” Malorie replied. “Mommy ungagged you so that you could have num nums in your tum tum, not so you could babble brainlessly. Now, open wide!”
The hated word had to be used, “Mommy, I-” and her words were cut off as a spoonful of the mush was shoved into her mouth. It wasn’t so bad at first, earthy, kind of sweet in a way. Then the burning started. She wanted to spit it out. She couldn’t. Malorie’s hands had wrapped around her face and clamped her mouth shut. A guttural scream came from deep in her throat as the pain blinded her to existence. She couldn’t even feel the heat, only the pain. Her brain buzzed so severely that reality seemed to stop. By the time the scream ended tears were pouring down her cheeks.
“The longer you take to swallow the longer the burning lasts baby,” Malorie chuckled.
“You really are just a brainless stupid baby aren’t you Miss FeFe? You don’t even know to swallow your food when you should. But don’t worry baby, in this world mommy is here to make sure you have all your needs taken care of.”
All your needs taken care of. She swallowed. The burning subsided. But not for long, when she refused to open as a second spoonful of mush headed her way, Malorie wrenched her mouth open, forced the spoon inside and slammed it closed again. The scream wasn’t as bad this time but the heat of the mush burned the entire way down. Her mouth, throat, and stomach after just two bites felt like an erupting volcano.
The buzzing didn’t drive her thoughts away this time though. All your needs taken care of. She’d heard that before, she’d…,”AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH” this time a scream escaped her lips after she swallowed. Followed by another spoonful of mush. Her mouth was forced closed again. The screaming still erupted from her.
“You’re doing good, baby. Look you don’t even have two full jars to go since daddy was kind enough to try a spoonful of the second one. But mommy expects you to finish both jars, ok?”
By the end of the first jar she was no longer crying. She doubted she had any tears left. Snot was pouring out of her nose and Malorie had made a dramatic show of wiping it away, chuckling about not having to clear out boogers later. She was tangentially aware of the heat from the food but all she could feel was pain.
“You know baby,” Malorie said as she started on the second jar. “The best part of pureed ghost peppers is you’ll have just as much fun with them later as you’re having with them now. Isn’t that something to look forward to?”
At some point her vision began to blur. She was aware of Malorie continuing to force gunk into her mouth. Malorie had even begun lifting her head up to help her swallow it down but the world around her seemed to stop. Until she heard Malorie call, “All done! That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now drink up your baba. It will put the fire out.”
A bottle was produced, containing some sort of brown liquid, and shoved into Felicia’s mouth. “Hold it with your hands,” Malorie instructed. When Felicia didn’t move quickly enough she received a swat on her backside. Her mittens wrapped around the bottle. “Drink the entire thing if you know what’s good for you.”
Her lips burned from the goo she had been force fed. The feeling of the rubber nipple around those lips was horrible and only intensified the pain. The bottle was slipping from her grasp. Her entire body shook, and should not steady herself. Malorie’s hand was placed firmly on the base of the bottle however, holding it in place. She gave it a push and a spray of liquid erupted from the bottle. Whatever it was helped. It helped the heat and the pain. It had a vaguely chocolatey taste to it but mostly it reminded Felicia of chalk. Still, with the liquid soothing the burn, she began to suckle willingly. Malorie only beamed as she finished the whole bottle.
Felicia hoped to get a word in. To beg forgiveness. Anything. A whole speech raced through her mind. Mommy I’m sorry. Mommy, I’ll be good. She meant it too. At this exact moment the idea of resisting seemed ludicrous. But before she even had a chance to get out “mmmmm” the ball gag was forced back into her mouth. Her lips still burned but the bottle feeding had soothed them somewhat.
“Sorry Miss FeFe but I’ve had quite enough babble for one day,” Malorie said as she kissed Felicia’s forehead. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll see if you’ve remembered your words again. Now, you’ve had your din dins so it’s time we talk about your punishment for running away today.”
She pulled something down from the wall. “You remember your old friend Mr. Brushy right?” It was a bright pink hairbrush with a beautiful red rose etched into the handle. Along the backside read ‘For Naughty Butts.’ “Your milkies had something very special in it tonight,” she continued. “Something that will help you get out all the ickies but Miss FeFe I need you to learn that without me to help you with your ickies, you’re just gonna stay a dirty stinky baby. So after the ickies come out, Mr. Brushy is going to remind you that your ickies stay until mommy helps you. I think one hundred times will help you remember. Don’t you?”
“Mmmmmmmpphhhh!!!!” Alright girl, you do still have some tears left. The idea of doing…that…in her diaper…and then being spanked…one hundred times? And with how strong Malorie was by herself, imagine what would happen with a brush. “Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!”
Malorie clipped the end of the brush to Felicia’s collar. “Let’s just keep this where you can see it and remember what’s coming, ok baby? Now, you be good. Mommy’s going to go check on daddy. Bye bye!” She practically skipped out of the room. As she left, Felicia collapsed against the ground and cried. Felicia just cried.