This story is REALLY REALLY dark.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, gaslighting, degradation, torture

I heard the sound. I hated the sound so much. I hated that sound so very much. The sound of his footsteps, the clink of his keys against his hips on that fucking keychain.

Jingle jingle fucking jingle. I felt the tears welling up already, not that I could see a thing. I couldn't see how my vision was blurred until that lock clicked.

Light. I remember once that I had begged for the light to come back. To give me anything in this tiny dark prison that he called my "home". I'd always get put back in my home.

I had no idea how long I'd been here at this point. Whether he did this to me once a day, once a week, or once an hour - but the light flooded in and I couldn't even see him.

All I could see was the blurred bars.

Yellow light like a candle behind him, his silhouetted. And then a light beside me before a flash.

Somehow, I could hear him smiling.

I knew he was taking pictures. The collection he had by now would have made the old me scream with pure red rage. But not this me. Not this me at all.

This me only had tears.

"Good morning, princess." That voice. The darkest roast coffee, the grinds underneath it all, gravel across the pavement. That's what had lured me in the first place, honeyed words in a graveled voice. And then the click. And his touch. I used to fight back. But there was no fight anymore. "How's my favorite diaperslut?"

"Please... "

It was all I could imagine, my voice raspy - my lips were dry. He gave me food and water, but only when I was ready to beg for it. He'd always make sure I was thirsty enough to drink everything he offered. But that always came after.

"Of course, sweetie." A small chuckle came from him as he released those metal cuffs, as the solid steel fell away from my wrists and ankles. He didn't even need them anymore, he told me that so many times before, but he didn't say it anymore.

He just liked them.

"Please... "

"Oh someone's eager today. Good." His hand between my legs, squeezing the diaper he had put me in who knows how long ago. He always squeezed it - and instantly my body responded, the heat building between my legs as a soft moan escaped me.

"Please no... "

The world moved. I was moving, though I barely moved my own limbs anymore. Then came the softness. The bottom of the cage was soft but this part was always softer. I wouldn't get the water until after.

His fingers pressed into the sodden, swollen, humiliating diaper between my legs as he moved his fingers, seeking my button.

He found it. He always found it. A long, animal moan came from me. My hips started rocking immediately, though I had very little strength - he helped me, pressing the palm of his hand down as the rocked me, forcing me to hump his hand in that soggy thing. The moans came quicker. My body wanted this, needed this, no matter how much I hated it. Still, he rocked me, wiggling a thumb against my my most sensitive spots through that awful diaper as his fingers wet my lips.

He always wanted my mouth wet for this part.

My body moved, my eyes closed, the whole world shifting back and forth again and again and again.

His fingers disappeared from my mouth as a long, low moan came from me - which meant he sped up. Soon, my breath was coming in gasps, my moans shortening and growing ever higher.

"Thank you... " My mouth spoke the words. I had no way of knowing how many times I had gotten it wrong before I finally learned, but now my body knew what to do even if I didn't want it to. "Thank you sir... "

"You're such a good girl." He praised me - of course he praised me, he loved me. He always told me that he loved me. "Go on, you know what to say."

"Thank you so much." I managed the words between gasps. I had known words and terms for this once - conditioning? "I love my diapers. I need my diapers. I belong in diapers. All girls belong in diapers." I chanted between gasps, between high pitched moans. "Fuck. Oh fuck!"

I felt his seed splatter across my bare chest, which of course triggered the first orgasm. I came instantly, stars exploding in my vision as his deep grunts slowed. He didn't though. With renewed vigor, he worked me - my entire body moving back and forth, up and down, as his hand found my face again, brushing a few stray hairs aside.

"Good girl. You're such a good girl."

"Fuck.... fuck!" I gasped the words as another moan tore from me. "I need diapers. I love my diapers."

"I know you do, sweetie. You're such a good girl. Go on."

I didn't want to. I knew I didn't want to, or at least part of me did. But my lips no longer obeyed me. "Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for keeping me. Thank you for my diapers."

A tiny, tremulous orgasm came between each declaration of gratitude.

Then the vibrator hit my diaper and I screamed.

It was too much, it was too good, and all I could do was moan and wiggle and cum.

Again and again and again.

"I love you so much, my sweet good girl. Let's get you changed."