2011

Because, as you said, Female abdl.  Half the guys here are only thinking with their dicks and either don't read someone's profile, or they do and ignore it.  Females often are like everyone else.  They want to wear diapers, act like a baby and have a mommy or daddy themselves.  Unfortunately, the second some guys see "I'm a woman", the start pestering that person to "Change my diapers" and be their mommy, all that stuff.  Then the female AB had had enough and quits.  Guys need to learn respect, read profiles, be polite and stop thinking with their dicks!!  You want a mommy?  Then only respond to members who have said they are Mommy's looking for AB's to care for! 

Finally allowed to go home, Anna and Ryan have a couple of surprises waiting for them.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna didn’t expect boredom. After everything that had happened, and especially after the spanking that had badly bruised her butt, she had expected things to continue to get worse. By the time she had limped into the nursery the next day she had convinced herself it was going to be a repeat. But it wasn’t. Instead, seemingly nothing happened. The previous boring routine of enforced babyhood returned. It was anticlimactic, after the note from The Rose Resistance, which with no other ways to dispose of it Anna had chewed up and swallowed, it felt like the soldiers on ropes should’ve been swinging in through the windows to liberate them. Instead, it was back to the routine. The lack of action may have proven to be somewhat pleasant if it wasn’t for the dread. Anna spent her days looking over to the entrance constantly, expecting to see Mr. Sawyer swaggering in to take them back to the small side room, or to some place worse. She expected the doors to burst open at any minute with news that the phone had been found and that it was over for her. Every time the door opened, she felt her heart stop, every time it proved to be just another of the guards, she felt relief flood her system and chase the adrenaline away. After four days, Anna was pretty confident that, somehow or other, nobody had checked the attic. It seemed improbable that the phone was missed and yet they were still there. The days were humiliating, but after surviving the spanking and everything that came with it, she felt a strength that had perhaps been waning before. She was more confident than ever that they could get through it. It seemed Ryan was similarly buoyed, though it was obvious that the things that made Anna embarrassed were a lot worse for him. She had felt his body shake in the crib, crying when he thought she was asleep. “Do you think they’re ever going to come back for us?” Ryan asked one morning when they were sat in the reading corner, hidden from view. “Probably.” Anna replied with a sigh, “We’re “valuable”, remember?” “Then what are they waiting for?” Ryan asked. Anna tried not to stare even though she could see that the sides of the diaper sticking out from the onesie were yellowed. Ryan’s first few times using the diaper had been difficult, it seemed to be getting increasingly easy for him. She didn’t want to bring attention to it, so she looked away when Ryan turned to her. “I don’t know.” Anna finally said, “Maybe they’re still searching the house.” Anna was flipping through the thick cardboard pages of a colourful baby book. She had no interest in it, obviously, but she was incredibly bored. It felt like the lack of stimulation was going to get to her before anything else. She was lying on her front, still doing whatever she could to keep pressure off her rear end. Getting sat in the highchair was hell. “They might never come back.” Ryan said. His voice was flat, and he was staring into the middle-distance. There was a lengthy pause before he continued, “Anna, I’m… I’m sorry.” “For what?” Anna asked, looking up at him. “I never knew how hard it was to…” Ryan’s eyes were shimmering, and he looked away. He took a couple of shaky breaths. “It’s OK.” Anna said, “I was used to it.” That didn’t seem to make Ryan feel any better. He made an excuse about needing to go elsewhere and Anna let him have alone time. She thought she understood what he was saying. He was experiencing life on the female side of the fence and was finding it harder than he had even imagined. No doubt he was thinking women he knew and what they went through. Anna didn’t tell him that their stay in the nursery, whilst no picnic, was far from the worst thing possible. Days continued to pass. Anna and Ryan tried to keep each other sane, but it was impossible to not acknowledge that time was passing, and they were still in the daycare. The worries that they were being left there, forgotten about, grew. Two weeks after the spanking, when nothing more had happened, Anna was starting to wonder if Ryan had been correct and they were being left there for good. Anna was starting to lose track of the days passing when she was woken in the crib, in Ryan’s arms, as usual. However, instead of the normal guards, it was Mr. Sawyer who walked in, flanked by the same two goons that had been present at the spanking. Anna automatically got up and turned to face the entrants, backing up to the far corner of the crib whilst Ryan sleepily looked over and got on to his knees. “Good morning, little ones.” Mr. Sawyer said brightly. Anna didn’t know what time it was, but it felt like it was early. They were always left to sleep at a similar time and the fact that she was still tired probably meant it was the early hours of the morning. Despite that, Mr. Sawyer looked and sounded as he always did. It was like he was a machine. “Aww, why the long faces?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he approached the crib. Anna gripped the bars behind her. She could feel her bottom throbbing as if getting ready for more abuse. Ryan had partially moved in front of her, something that the guards seemed to find particularly funny. “Oh, you’re still thinking of all that spanking nonsense…” Mr. Sawyer shook his head and waved a hand dismissively as if it was nothing, “Water under the bridge. We’ve searched high and low and found nothing. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t all some small mistake after all. Oh well, the point is, I have an exciting possibility for you both, a special limited time offer.” Anna and Ryan didn’t say anything. They stayed where they were, muscles tensed and ready to defend themselves if they had to, something that was clear to be a futile effort if it came to it. Mr. Sawyer tilted his head and looked expectantly at the two captives, waiting for them to say something. They remained silent. “Really!?” Mr. Sawyer stepped away from the crib, his voice filled with apparent surprise, “Nothing? You’re not even curious as to what it might be?” Anna and Ryan remained silent. It wasn’t a tactic they had discussed, but a natural response to the threat to their freedom who was currently walking back towards his guards. “I don’t know, boys, I’m starting to think they don’t like me.” Mr. Sawyer said. The two goons laughed, “And to think, I was going to offer them the chance to go home…” “What?” It was Ryan who spoke up. “Never mind.” Mr. Sawyer said with a wide smile. He waved his guards to follow him, “Come on, we can get breakfast on the way back to the office.” “Wait!” It was Anna speaking up this time. She was unable to watch a chance to leave the facility they were in walk out the door. Mr. Sawyer did indeed stop. His hand was on the door handle, but he pulled it away again, turning on his heels to look back at the barred baby bed. He nodded to the two guards who went over and lowered the side of the crib. Anna and Ryan looked at each other briefly but made no move to get out of their cage. “I don’t know…” Mr. Sawyer said as he slowly sauntered forwards, “You rather insulted me just now, the silent treatment, it breaks my heart after all we’ve been through.” The guards’ arms came into the crib and both Anna and Ryan were pulled out of it. They struggled until the were on the floor, forced to kneel in front of Mr. Sawyer whilst he looked down at them, smile as wide as his face. It was clear that taunting the couple was a particular highlight for him. “Do you want to go home?” Mr. Sawyer asked. Ryan muttered a yes whilst Anna belatedly nodded her head. Mr. Sawyer tutted and took a deep breath as if disappointed in the pair of them. The man was so close to her, she was beyond tempted to swing her arm and hit him straight in the balls. The momentary satisfaction would almost be worth what would inevitably follow. “You’ll have to do better than that…” Mr. Sawyer said. “We want to go home.” Ryan said through clenched teeth. “No, I’m not sure I believe you.” Mr. Sawyer replied casually, “I think you must really like it here.” “Let us go home…” Anna muttered, “Please.” “Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said simply. Anna looked up at him. If looks could kill, then her eyes would’ve been firing lasers at that moment. He was smiling down at them smugly, holding all the cards and not afraid to lay his whole hand on the table. She was practically shaking from how angry she was. There was no reason to humiliate them like that, it was purely to stroke the man’s ego. Anna opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she caught Ryan looking at her. He widened his eyes a little and then turned back to face forwards. “Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’m very sorry for my mistake. I’ve learnt my lesson, please let us go home.” Ryan lowered his head down until his forehead was touching the floor right in front of Mr. Sawyer’s shoe. Anna looked at her husband, almost sickened by the subservience. Even if there was a very good reason for it, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Clearly Mr. Sawyer and his guards couldn’t either, they all started laughing as Ryan kept his face to the floor, probably too embarrassed to look up, Anna thought. “You really don’t have any balls at all do you?” Mr. Sawyer practically spat the words at Ryan, “Just no fight at all. You know, I’ve seen those foreign degenerates talking about being born the wrong gender and I used to think it was a load of bullshit… but then I met you.” Anna clenched her fists. She remembered Charlie, the person who had tried to escape the nursery at college with Jane. She had failed in her attempt and the last Anna saw of her she was awaiting her transfer to Finishing School. Anna felt a jolt when she realised that with all the time was passed, the rebellious young Charlie was now probably fully regressed and submissive. It was a thought that made her feel nauseous. “Maybe we should take those from him, boss.” One of the guards said in a gravelly voice, “He clearly doesn’t need them.” It was taking all the willpower Anna possessed to not launch herself at the people humiliating her husband. Fear held her back, and she hated to acknowledge it. She had always thought against subjugating herself to a man, she was her own woman, and she was proud. After everything she had seen from the man towering over her, she felt genuine fear that he would do something if she tried to assert herself. Anna tried not to think of it in terms of becoming who the men of Sallas wanted her to become, instead she tried to frame it in practical terms. She couldn’t do anything if she got herself hurt again. “Alright, Ryan, you are the most pathetic man I’ve ever seen, by some margin.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You can go home.” Ryan lifted his head from the floor and looked at Anna. There were tears on his face, but he looked cautiously optimistic. He stood up and hesitantly made his way past Mr. Sawyer. Anna made to stand up, but Mr. Sawyer put a hand on the top of her head to stop her. “Not you.” Mr. Sawyer said as he pushed Anna down and back to her knees. “Mr. Sawyer, I…” Ryan started. He fell silent when the government man lifted a hand to tell him to be silent. “Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said to Anna. Anna felt the bile rise up in her throat. The thought of begging for anything made her ill, she would’ve sooner gone back into the damn crib. Behind the government man, Ryan was looking around with anxious concern. He knew Anna, therefore he knew that kneeling down for any man was something that antithetical to her very nature. Anna was breathing heavily, she could feel the red mist threatening to descend over her, she knew if it happened that what came next would be bad. Very bad. “If you don’t do what I say.” Mr. Sawyer’s smile was gone as he leaned down in front of Anna, almost daring her to do something, “Ryan will be back here with you, and we will let you both rot.” Anna felt a tear roll down her cheek as she maintained eye contact. If what Mr. Sawyer said was designed to goad her into a response, he was mistaken. Anna would’ve found it impossible to beg for her own life, but begging for Ryan was something that came just a little easier. After every humiliation her husband had suffered, she owed it to Ryan to get him out if she was able. She dropped her gaze to the floor. “Please, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna whispered, “I’m sorry we’ve been bad, and it won’t happen again.” “More.” Mr. Sawyer demanded. “I… I’m…” Anna was trying to think about what to say. In a bid to seem more supplicant she lowered her head down, copying Ryan’s position, “I want to go home. If you let us leave, I promise we’ll be good and do what we’re told…” “Keep going.” Mr. Sawyer said as he lowered his own head to remain close. “I don’t know what you want me to say!” Anna exclaimed. It wasn’t anger in the words; it was desperation. She had swallowed her pride and agreed to do as she was told, but it wasn’t enough. “I want you to know that you have NO power here. None!” Mr. Sawyer’s voice barked so loudly that Anna jumped, “The fact you’ve got this far without that fact entering your tiny female mind is pure luck. I will not allow you to continue with the charade that you are in ANY WAY equal to me!” Anna didn’t have to act as more tears tolled down her face, dripping to the floor beneath her. She took a couple of deep breaths as she tried to steady herself. She had been shouted at before, she had been insulted and told she was less than others for most of her life, but she had rarely felt so vulnerable. She lifted her hands to wipe her face and found them shaking so much that they were almost useless. “Now you have one more chance to convince me that you understand how things are, how they’ve been and how they ALWAYS will be.” Mr. Sawyer said with menace, “You girls are nothing without men. The food you eat, the house you live in, the very air you breath… It only happens because I allow it!” Anna shook. Mr. Sawyer stood up. “Now BEG!” Mr. Sawyer demanded loudly. “Please, Sir!” Anna cried out desperately, “I’m nothing without you and all the other men who look after me! I’m so grateful and I just want to go home so I can be a good wife and citizen! I want to help in any way I can!” Anna, all reason fallen away in her desperate fear, crawled forwards a few inches and started to kiss Mr. Sawyer’s shoes. At that moment she would’ve done anything to be allowed to leave. She could hear the men laughing as she continued until the government man pulled his foot away. “Now that’s more like it.” Mr. Sawyer said, “Was it so hard? You’ve got it good here. A nice house, free food, a lovely neighbourhood… You’ve been very ungrateful to us.” Anna lifted her tear-streaked face and nodded. Mr. Sawyer regarded her for a second, it seemed like he was trying to ascertain whether Anna had finally been broken. She wasn’t sure herself. She felt as if she had been rocked by what had happened at the facility, the daily humiliations seeming to weaken her walls. She knew that before going there that she would never have broken down the way she just had. It made her even more worried. If this is what a daycare did to her, what would an actual Finishing School do? She was doubting she was even remotely as strong as she thought. “Alright, get them changed, cleaned and load them up.” Mr. Sawyer said to the guards as he turned away, “This one smells like she needs a change first.” Anna wasn’t immediately sure what Mr. Sawyer meant. She was hauled to her feet, and as it happened, she felt the mess in the back of her diaper. She had no idea when it had happened. --- Anna held on to Ryan’s hand as the large black car made its way through the streets. It was a tight squeeze on that back seat with the two guards sitting on either side of the couple. Mr. Sawyer was up front next to a driver who was taking them away from the daycare and, presumably, back towards there home. Ryan squeezed Anna’s hand a couple of times, trying to get her attention. Anna didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. She felt utter disgust with herself. Her entire sense of identity was built on a foundation of her personal strength, now she had felt them wobble. More than wobble, they had cracked and half-collapsed with the rest of her balancing on the wreckage precariously. She had begged to be allowed to go home. She could argue she did it for Ryan, that she did it for The Rose Resistance, or for whatever other reason; but the real reason she got down on her knees and kissed the shoe of her oppressor was fear. Anna was scared. She had always thought she could resist the masculinity that pervaded Sallas, that nothing men could do would ever break her. When the threat of Finishing School became real, she had buckled, when she had been spanked so hard she had briefly disassociated, when she had seen Ryan breaking, it all scared her to the point that she would’ve done anything to go home. Which was where Anna was now heading. Her home, the well-appointed and fully furnished house in a gated community. A neighbourhood she wasn’t allowed to leave without an escort, a house that felt more oppressive than any prison cell. “We do have one thing to take care of before dropping you off.” Mr. Sawyer said. “What?” Ryan asked warily. “Well, it’s such a nice day…” Mr. Sawyer turned in the front seat to look back at the diapered couple, “We thought we could film a few more commercials before turning you loose.” Anna could feel that Ryan had gone very tense. They didn’t get long to dwell on it though, the car turned and stopped in front of a gate. Some IDs were checked and then the car was waved through. It felt strangely unreal to Anna, to look out the window at the place she had been living, it hadn’t changed, and Anna wasn’t exactly sure why that was a surprise to her. It did bring to her mind one topic that had never left, but which she’d had little recourse to ask about. “Erm, sir?” Anna asked. The deferential words tasting like acid in her mouth. “Yes?” Mr. Sawyer turned his seat with a smirk. “Can I ask… what happened to Jane while we’ve been away?” Anna asked. She felt a surge in worry for her friend that until very recently had been hidden under layers of concern for herself and her husband. “You want to know if we sent her back to Finishing School?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He seemed to be enjoying keeping Anna in suspense. Anna nodded. She couldn’t open her mouth; she was too afraid it would lead to her bursting into tears. “You don’t need to worry about Jane.” Mr. Sawyer finally said as he turned to face forwards again, “That simple minded girl has been looked after.” As Mr. Sawyer chuckled, Anna felt at once relieved and crushed. On the one hand the fact that Jane hadn’t been taken away was very good, they probably considered her as not even capable of taking part in a seditious scheme. On the other hand, it meant that she was gone. Jane would be without any chance of getting the shots she needed to recover from her time in Finishing School, and God only knew what was happening to her with her “foster family.” Anna sat back in her seat. A flood of mixed emotions flowed through her. She saw Ryan looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She gave him a small smile, and he squeezed her hand in solidarity. The car rolled slowly down the main street with houses on either side. Anna leaned forwards to look out the window and saw the familiar buildings, they didn’t offer any relief, not even when her house came into view. It didn’t feel like a home anymore. Their destination, it turned out, was the play park towards the back of the fenced in community. It was busy, Anna could see a lot of children there, as well as women like her, expected to play and “have fun” as if they were still children themselves. The rear doors opened, and the guards slipped out. Anna and Ryan exited the car and, for the first time since they had been taken to the daycare, they stepped out into the sun. Anna could immediately feel eyes on her. Mr. Sawyer had taken pains to describe how successful their marketing had been, that it was the only thing that kept them out of Finishing School, they were too valuable to Sallas. Now it seemed like everyone was looking their way. Anna didn’t see too much excitement or happiness though, she got the impression everyone was wary about them, the dissidents being watched by the government, it wouldn’t do to appear to be close to them in any way. “Alright, it’s an easy one.” Mr. Sawyer said. Over his shoulder various people with different cameras were setting up their equipment, “We just need you to play, we’re getting some b-roll mainly.” “Erm, sir…” Ryan said. Anna noticed her husband looked particularly embarrassed and then realised he was still in a diaper. He’d had his regular clothes given back to him but he no doubt thought the diaper was obvious, “Can I get my regular underwear back?” “Once you get home.” Mr. Sawyer said with his wolfish smile. He stepped closer to Ryan and lowered his voice, “What’s the matter, boy? Need a change already?” Ryan lowered his head submissively and shook his head. Anna almost subconsciously followed suit. A sign of submission towards the man who had the power to destroy her life with a single word. She didn’t like how easy it was to fall into that mindset of compliance. It was like a drug, giving in to it was so easy compared to fighting. “Maybe we should keep you in diapers.” Mr. Sawyer continued to Ryan, “We’ve got a lot of interesting footage from the daycare after all…” Anna lifted her head just enough to see her husband’s face go white despite the heat of the day. He looked away from her. “You can change out of your diaper when we are done here.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped back, “Now, sit on that bench. Anna, go and play.” Ryan walked forwards. She didn’t know if anyone else could tell that her husband was diapered, but it seemed pretty obvious to her. The way his but stuck out in such a round way could only mean one thing. The gate was opened, and Ryan led the way inside. He sat at one of the picnic tables, it must’ve been jarring going from being treated like a baby for so long to having to assume the caregiver role again, whilst Anna stood nearby and looked around. “What did he mean?” Anna asked Ryan, “About the “interesting footage…”” “Probably the enema and stuff.” Ryan replied without looking at her. He wasn’t a good liar. “Ryan…” Anna started. “We can talk about it later.” Ryan hissed quietly. Nearby, various crew members were setting up, and Anna could see them smirking. She nodded her head and walked away from Ryan, heading towards the sandpit that was occupied by two kids and a baby. She had been put into a short dress, the material was thin, and the bottom didn’t cover her padding completely, even when she was stood still. Lacking any other direction from Mr. Sawyer or anyone else, Anna sat down in the corner of the sand box and grabbed a nearby bucket and spade to start digging. She could hear the photographs being taken and see the film crews getting lots of footage. She would occasionally get a command to smile at the camera or wave, things she did without hesitation, the fear of being taken away or punished still filling her mind. They were there for hours. The worst part, for Anna, was when Ryan was required to “help” her. Pictures of her on the screen with Ryan pushing her, holding her hand as she moved through a climbing frame, and basically acting like any good dad would. When she was shown some of the shots they had taken, she felt sick. These images wouldn’t need much manipulation to make her look happy, they’d told her to smile, and she had done just that. “Excellent, excellent…” Mr. Sawyer concluded when he looked at a selection of footage, “Well, it seems a little stay in a facility at the government’s expense has done you both the world of good. I dare say this has been your best work yet.” Anna felt a traitorous little glow of pride in doing a good job. She immediately doused it with the cold reality in which she lived. It was difficult not to feel happy about returning home though, it was so nearby, and she was anxious to get inside. She waited for Mr. Sawyer to give the word, but he wasn’t doing it. He was looking at the footage and then around at the neighbourhood. Finally, his eyes settled on Anna and Ryan. “You know, you’ve done such a good job, I wonder if I shouldn’t just have you locked back up.” Mr. Sawyer idly mused, “It seems to make you much more polite and docile.” Anna thought she was going to throw up. The idea of going back to that daycare, or any place like it, made bile surge up into her oesophagus. Her mouth opened and closed silently. She didn’t know what to do or say. “Mr. Sawyer, I think I can promise that if you allow us to return home.” Ryan stepped forwards to say, “That we will continue being good. I think that time in the daycare really altered our thinking.” “Hmm.” Mr. Sawyer sounded bored, “I don’t know.” Anna was starting to be overwhelmed with panic. She couldn’t go back to that daycare, only being allowed to leave when the government needed to parade her around or something equally humiliating. It might not have been Finishing School, but it was close enough for her to know she would do anything to avoid it. Whatever scraps of dignity remained were thrown aside. Nothing was more important than being allowed to go home. Anna threw herself to the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. She crawled forwards towards him, not caring that it was giving the rest of the world a view of her diaper, by now clearly wet. She started kissing Mr. Sawyer’s feet, repeating what had worked at the daycare. “Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’ll… I’ll be a good girl if I can go home now.” Anna even raised her voice to sound more like a little girl, “I’ll never be naughty again.” Anna could hear the other people in Mr. Sawyer’s entourage laughing. She kept kissing the shoe until she heard Mr. Sawyer’s voice join the laughter. Anna was pretty sure the other people at the playground were laughing too. It didn’t matter. “I just want to go home, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna said before returning to kissing the shoe that had been stepping on her since it had first walked into her crappy old apartment. “She is well trained.” Mr. Sawyer said. He raised his voice to address the nearby onlookers, “Another successful product of the Sallas system.” There was some applause and cheering. Anna felt tears running down her face, but she didn’t dare get up from her submissive kneeling position. Eventually she saw Mr. Sawyer crouching in front of her, a hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. He maintained eye contact for a few seconds, perhaps judging if this was some sort of act. He eventually nodded his head. “You can go home. We’ve just finished making a few alterations whilst you’ve been hard at work for us, I’m sure you’ll understand.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But you are walking a tightrope. One little slip and it’s all over for you, understood?” Anna nodded her head. Blinking tears out of her eyes, Anna watched Mr. Sawyer get up and start packing away equipment. She felt sick, truly physically nauseous, she wanted to throw up and she knew that once she started, she probably wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing left to come up. “What are you waiting for?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he looked over at Anna. Anna got to her feet and ran. She didn’t care that she could feel the plastic of her diaper rubbing her thighs raw, she didn’t care that she was loudly crying, she needed to get back to her home as soon as humanly possible. She heard footsteps behind her and worried for a moment that guards were chasing her down, instead it was Ryan. “Anna…” Ryan said. Anna didn’t hear anything else. Her stomach was lurching, and her sobs came out as wet gasps that seemed to tear the air out of her lungs. When they reached the front door Anna banged against it, expecting it to be closed and locked. It wasn’t. The door swung open, and Anna stumbled inside and fell to her hands and knees. Visions of everything that had happened were running through her head like a film she couldn’t pause. What was done to Ryan, the spanking, her grovelling, the feeling of hopelessness as she was trapped in a facility, the kissing of Mr. Sawyer’s shoes… Anna crawled forwards, not cognizant of anything but the traumas playing through her mind. If Ryan was saying anything, she couldn’t hear it as her stomach roiled and threatened to spill over. She crawled to the downstairs toilet; a room she’d had precious little reason to enter previously. She barely reached the bowl before she started vomiting. The contents of her stomach like a physical manifestation of her trouble and turmoil as she heaved. “Oh God…” Ryan said softly as he walked in. He knelt down and helped to hold Anna’s hair out of the way, “It’s OK. Let it out.” Anna couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. As she predicted out at the playground, once she started there was going to be no stopping until there was simply nothing left. The muscles around her stomach ached as she dry-heaved. It took several minutes before she knew she was done and she dropped to the side of the toilet and cried. Ryan flushed the toilet and then sat next to Anna, cradling her head in his lap and whispering platitudes. He couldn’t possibly understand what Anna was going through, why she had reacted the way she had. He wouldn’t know how much damage the daycare had done to her feelings of self-worth. The woman who would never give in to any man, reduced to the girl kissing her oppressor’s feet. They stayed there for some minutes. As Anna’s tears calmed down, they heard a noise outside the small bathroom. Anna stared at the door with Ryan’s hand frozen on her head. There were unsteady footsteps, as if a drunk person was stumbling down the hallway. When the door started open Anna braced herself for the worst, but what she saw took her breath away. “Mummy?” Jane lisped around a pacifier. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mn1qvbbb5e632626 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2404146

Hello Dolly is in the 1880s I believe so its safe to assume she's from that time. Her clothes and hell the look of all of Cannibal Town gives me a late 1800s to early 1900s vibe. Definately pre WW1 considering aCharlie pitching war with Heaven as a great way to see more of Hell and build commaraderie. Very much a military pitch of the time.

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You've been rooting for pink-haired Annie Wilkes to take over since you first met her