“Take the money,” Riley said flatly as she picked another tomato off the vine. She was in the middle of harvesting them and was dressed for it. Wearing a very well-worn set of overalls and a large straw hat. She didn’t have anything on under the overalls except a sports bra and the sweat pouring off of her explained the reason why. Riley was not dressed to help. She was dressed lazily in a too large t-shirt and too small pair of jean shorts, showing that she had not been up to nothing except wondering what to do with the large check Rachel had handed her. Riley looked unsatisfied with Annabelle’s answer. “All right if you’re gonna bother me with this yer gonna help me pick to make up fer it,” She threw a basket at Riley who gave an annoyed sigh but began picking the row of vines next to Annabelle.

“You just answered so quickly,” Riley said concerned.

“Because the answer’s easy.”

“But I would just leave her there. Give up on her.”

“Yeah leave her to live a life of luxury in the lifestyle she enjoys,” Annabelle countered.

“But Rachel lied.”

“And it’s two million dollars Riley.”

“But Fara …”

“Is not worth it.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true, just numbers wise. If you don’t take that money not only are you missing out on two million dollars of free money but you’re entering into a long, hard, and probably expensive battle with Rachel to get your friend back. That’s presuming she even wants to leave Rachel to begin with. You have no idea the amount of resources Rachel has and she will no doubt bring all of them to bear on you if you go against her.” Riley squished the tomato she was picking by accident and dropped it on the ground.

“It just feels wrong leaving her there. She’s stuck there with Rachel being humiliated every day. Forced to wear diapers and shit herself and god knows what else. You know what she does with Sarah if she’s doing that with Fara too.”

“Well it’s not like Sarah doesn’t like it.”

“We don’t know why she likes it. Rachel could’ve just as easily lied to Sarah like she did to Fara. Twisted the facts to make her think she liked something she didn’t.”

“That may be true, but to say that Sarah doesn’t like it now wouldn’t be true either.”

“I think she just likes controlling people,” Riley’s attitude had turned a little pettier. “She gets off on forcing people to be her little play things. She’s messed up in the head, twisted. And you want to leave Fara with someone like that.”

“You don’t think you’re overdoing it just a little bit there,” Annabelle had easily passed over Riley and was now working the row on the other side of Riley.

“Not at all. She’s a psycho sex pervert. She’s just gonna keep taking more and more people until she’s stopped.”

“Oh please Riley listen to yourself,” Annabelle scolded. “Yer makin her out to be like some kind of serial killer from a horror movie, an you know that’s not how it is. You know she’s not like that. Yer just tryin to justify wantin to make the wrong decision here.”

“And you’re just trying to justify greed.”

“I ain’t justifyin nuthin but common sense. I may not flaunt it around like Rachel does but I’m doin plenty well for myself. I don’t even want any of her money cuz I’m not getting mixed up in all of this drama aside from talkin to you. So don’t you try and play that card with me.”

“Well you’re justifying it for me.”

“Yeah because it would help you. No college debt, a house, a good safety blanket. This could change your life. You should be lucky that Rachel took enough of a shine to your friend for all this to happen to you.”

“How can you say that? I’m losing my best friend to some weird sex slavery. That’s not lucky that sucks.”

“Just cuz yer lookin at it the wrong way. Yer friend gets to live the rest of her days in the lap of luxury and you get a nice windfall as well.”

“But it’s all fake.”

“It’s not fake to her, and yer kiddin yerself if ya think she doesn’t love it. And I want ya ta think about something. Do ya think that Fara would want you to throw this money away?”

“She wouldn’t, but that’s just the way she is. She would sacrifice herself for me.”

“She ain’t sacrificin’ nothin’ ya damn fool. Nothin she don’t want to anyways,” Annabelle stood up from her picking with her hands on her hips. Riley huffed and tried to quicken her pace. “Go cash that check, buy yerself that sexy new sports car. I’m sure that’ll put yer mind at ease.” Annabelle walked off toward her farm house with her larger and fuller basket of tomatoes.

Riley had some time alone as she finished picking her vine of tomatoes to think about what Annabelle was saying. She wasn’t wrong, that was the worrying part. She felt the strong desire to throw the ting away and go rescue her friend, but that fact that she hadn’t yet spoke to how conflicted she was. And after this conversation with Annabelle there seemed to be no good outcomes to trying to save Fara, and Fara likely wouldn’t want to be saved. Riley couldn’t help it though, she wanted her friend back, and the conflict raged on inside of her.

Fara gave another loud grunt as Sarah swung the paddle against her already red backside. Rachel had finally decided to let Fara into her basement, a small scale s&m dungeon, the trap door stair case to which was hidden in the middle of the hallway with the guest bedroom turned nursery. It seemed to be a room dedicated to Sarah just as Fara had the nursery for her, though just like how Sarah would sometimes wear diapers from Fara’s nursey, Fara wanted to at least try a little bit of Sarah’s world. Thus led to her current predicament.

Fara was naked, her hands were tied behind her back but also to the celling which left her arms awkwardly stretched behind her and upwards to the celling in a position that served to be both uncomfortable and also limit her movement. Her legs were spread open with a spreader bar and her mouth was occupied with a ring gag covered in drool as Sarah had been working her behind with the paddle for a good twenty minutes at Rachel’s discretion leaving her bottom a bright shade of red with a little purple mixed in.

Sarah and Rachel were also dressed to the nines. Sarah had her full chastity set on. Not only the chastity belt but also a chastity bra and cuffs that matched, as well as her nice collar. It was an inch and a half thick platinum collar the outside was black decorated with thorny vines, roses, and skulls and dotted with gems.

Rachel had on a tight black corset, the latches of which were smooth pearls and some long leather boots, something that looked right out of a strip club. And she didn’t wear anything else, leaving her womanhood on full display. No modesty about it all though, not even with it signaling to the two subs in the room just how much she was enjoying this.

Fara wiggled and grunted as Sarah delivered another slap.

“Such a pretty thing,” Rachel said softly. “So precious for your mommy.” Rachel played with a remote in her hand which controlled a remarkably precise vibrator that was inside of Fara at the moment. The careful vibrations as well as Rachel’s kind words had gotten Fara in a headspace not unlike the one she had been in at the mall. “I can tell you don’t quite enjoy the pain like our pet does,” Rachel gestured for Sarah to stop. “But you are being such a good girl, taking it for mommy. Letting mommy watch you wriggle and squirm in pain. It makes mommy very happy.”

Fara moaned through her gag loudly and her body convulsed. It was another orgasm, the second one so far. Fara didn’t have a lot of stamina. Rachel knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her from orgasm for the whole session like she could with Sarah. Fara’s eyes were glossy and mixed with the tears. Rachel could tell this was as much impact as Fara could take, and Fara wouldn’t refuse if Rachel continued as she was in a sub space that demanded she please her mommy and thus Rachel had to be careful not to push too far.

“You’ve been very good for mommy my sweetie. Trying new things for me to make me happy. But I think we need to move on to something you’re more used to,” Rachel motioned to Sarah who had returned with an enema bag. She was out of sight from Fara so Fara wasn’t sure what was happening when the lubricated tube was stuck inside of her. Fara grunted at the uncomfortable thing but made sure to give as much of a smile as she could for Rachel. Even as the liquid filled inside of her. “We’re going to feel you up, wrap that tushy in a diaper, and then you’re going to mess yourself for your mommy do you understand?” Fara nodded enthusiastically. She just had to mess a diaper to make Rachel happy? She could almost do that in her sleep. “Now hold it in until I tell you my sweet.” Regardless of the command Rachel made sure to work quick as Fara definitely didn’t have the strongest bowel control any more so time was of the essences unless she wanted a huge mess to clean.

She was quicker than usual wrapping the diaper around Fara’s bright red ass and Sarah quickly removed the tube as soon as the enema bag was empty. They didn’t have a lot of time to spare and they knew it, but fortunately they were quick and precise in their execution and were ready for Fara after only a few seconds. Rachel Removed the gag from Fara quickly as Fara was already visibly struggling to hold it.

“Beg baby!” Rachel had to be quick with this part Fara could only last a few moments longer. “Beg to mess your diaper, and you better make it count if you want me to give you permission.”

“Oh mommy please please pretty please. I need to make messies in my diaper. I wanna be your messy diaper baby. I wan make you happy. Please mommy please let me be a messy baby for you,” Fara’s head space made her begging impeccable, Rachel had to take a breathe for a moment.

“Go ahead sweetie make mommy happy,” Rachel almost growled

“Thank youuuuuuuuuu,” Fara faded into a moan as she released the huge mess into her diaper. It was large, uncomfortable, smelly, messy, and Fara could not even deny how much she loved it as one moan was immediately replaced with another.

“Is that a third orgasm?” Rachel teased.

“Yes mommy!” Fara’s resting face had turned into a pant with her tongue sticking out.

“My you’re going to make Sarah jealous I think,” Rachel motioned at Sarah and she scooted a stool behind Fara.

“Show mommy how you love your messy diapers sweetie. And tell me how much of a baby you are.” Fara immediately and fervently sat on the stool, struggling against her bonds to rub her mess in as much as possible, slamming her bottom repeatedly against the stool and rubbing against it as much as the bonds would allow.

“I’m mommy’s messy diaper baby and I love it. I’m mommy’s messy diaper baby and I love it. I’m mommy’s messy diaper baby and I love it,” Fara repeated the made up mantra ad nauseeum as she continued to spread the mess around. Despite it being thoroughly spread around and gaining nothing more from it, her efforts she continued anyway, repeating her mantra all the while. The whole time Rachel played with the vibrator inside of her until another loud moan signified another orgasm, at which point Fara fell back as much as she could exhausted.

“That’s enough. Good job baby,” Rachel sat Fara gently down on the stool loosening her attachment to the celling so she could sit comfortably. Fara panted as Rachel ran her fingers through her sweaty head. “You did very good mommy is very proud of you.”

“Yes mommy thank you,” Fara replied in a spaced out haze

“Shush shush we’re done now,” Rachel slowly coaxed Fara out of her more frenzied sub space. “Was that fun for you?”

“Y-yeah,” Fara’s answer was quick.

“I’m glad. We’ll talk more about it later, after we get you cleaned up and put into bed. You’ve done a good job and you’ve earned a break.”

“Great job baby!” Sarah happily patted Fara on the head. “You really hung in there I’m impressed. I think you’ve got me leaking through my belt.” Sarah was fidgeting with the device in vain as a testament to how much she was aroused in there.

“Thanks,” Fara was still panting but calming down. Rachel fed Fara a bottle of water, she drank the whole thing rather quickly.

“Now before we stop I have one final thing for you,” Rachel smiled as she grabbed an ornate box from a nearby table. “It’s a question, a very serious one.”

“Well maybe we should wait,” Fara panted a little.

“No dear I want to ask you as you are. As my tied up, messy, submissive, baby.” Rachel opened the box to show the collar that she had bought at the mall earlier. “Do you know what this is sweetie?” Fara looked at the collar, then back at Rachel.

“Are you? Is that?”

“Answer the question sweetie.”

“It’s a collar,” Fara gulped. “It’s my collar. Rachel are you sure.” Rachel nodded with a smile.

“We’ve thought about it a lot,” Sarah added. “I know it may seem fast for you, but ever since we’ve started taking care of you, we knew we wanted you to be part of us.”

“You’re perfect Fara,” Rachel said quietly. “In every way. I want you to be mine. I want to give you the freedom of submission and I want you to be a part of our family.”

“It’s a lot,” Fara stammered.

“Don’t think sweetie just say the first answer that comes to your mind.”

“Yes,” Fara said quickly. “Yes I want to be yours. I do, but that means a lot I don’t know if right now.”

“Give me the answer now, for me.” Rachel whispered in Fara’s ear. “I want to hear you say it now. Then we can get you ready for bed. You can sleep in it, get used to how it feels, get used to what it means, and tomorrow we’ll ask again when you’re in a calmer head space. But I’ll admit I’m being selfish. I want it now. Hearing my messy cute little baby girl give herself over to me after I’ve played with her all night,” Rachel bit her bottom lip, and Fara blushed. “Indulge your mommy won’t you.”

“Yes mommy. Collar me and let me be yours,” Fara said shakily. Rachel giggled happily as Sarah brought the collar over.

It was hard for Rachel to be calm during this moment. It was a crowning moment to be sure, literally in some sense, but she wouldn’t ruin it with her excessive excitement. Not for her and not for Fara. Fara would remember this as much as Rachel would so it had to be perfect. She was quick, careful, and professional as she gently locked the collar around Fara’s neck.

It wasn’t tight against her, it was fairly loose actually. It hung on her neck with about a quarter of an inch of room between the metal of the collar and her neck. For how light it was it felt heavy, the weight of what it meant knocked the breath out of Fara.

“It suits you,” Sarah said quietly watching Fara come to terms with the sign of utter submission around her neck.

“I-I-I’d like to be changed now mommy.”

“Of course sweetie,” Rachel quickly helped Fara out of her bonds and slowly led her up the stairs. She was still shaky from the events of the night.

Fara stood by the door of the bathroom and felt the collar with her hands while Sarah and Rachel started filling the bath tub. She still hadn’t quite come to terms with everything it meant, and thinking about it was almost enough to distract her from the incredibly messy diaper she had on.

“I promise its waterproof,” Rachel interrupted Fara’s thoughts.

“I’m sure it is. It looks like it cost a fortune.”

“It did, but that’s not something for you to worry about. You don’t worry about anything except what I tell you to. Understand?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“It’s ok to be unsure,” Rachel smiled sweetly. “That’s why we’re just trying it on for now, though I think you’ll come to like how it feels. Now come dear let’s get that stinky butt clean you’ve earned a nice long bath.”