I flinched at each touch as she tended my wounds and wiped my pee from my body. My face was bright red, my body tremling from the confusion of her actions and the fear of what she could do. And it only got worse as she began putting me in the diaper!
"Wh-what the hell are you talking about!" I fought the urge to kick and fight her away, blushing as I felt her soft hands rubbing something across my lower half before sealing the diaper shut, "I-I've never humiliated anyone! I-I'm telling you, y-you've got the wrong guy!"
Anya nodded slowly. "Very good. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She whispered, grabbing a baby wipe and getting to work on his wounds. When the bleeding had stopped from both his head and his chest, she got to work on his lower half, which still reeked of piss. She took great pleasure making a show of this, plugging her nose and wiping him down with the cold baby wipes. "Honestly, if I had known that you were this much of a mess, I would have brought my special bag with me to pick you up!" She purred, before grabbing a crinkly, giant, bright pink diaper, and sliding it under him. "Your parents obviously raised you with no respect, and I'm going to do you the favour of raising you over again. This time, you're going to learn exactly how it feels to be completely humiliated, and you're never going to do it to another person ever again." She whispered. She grabbed some numbing cream and rubbed it all over his bottom half, then she sprinkled baby powder all over him, and finally, she sealed up the diaper.
Jace giggled as she tickled him, wiggling around, which just caused the water to slosh even more, thankfully only a small amount went over the side. He seemes slightly anxious at first, but her playful tone and the tickling clearly communicated she wasn't angry.
"M..mommy! St-stopp! Tickles!" He protested playfully in between giggles.
I gasped, flinching as the knife cut across my shirt. It fell to the floor in tathers... leaving the smallest little cut... seemingly a promise of how skilled she could be with such a weapon. Immediately I shivered under her gaze.
"O-okay... okay, n-no need for that," i whimpered, slowly peeling off my cold, soak jeans and underwear. The embarrassment of being nude in front of this seemingly crazy women was overhwelming, but the fear of being cut again push me through it. Once completely bare I stepped up the changing table, sitting up on it at her command.
"I don't think you understand what I mean when I tell you that you need to do something quickly." She whispered coldly, before taking a knife from her belt and roughly cutting through his shirt. It fell to the floor around him, and what was worse, she cut just a bit too deeply, and now more blood was coming from his chest! Not too much, granted, but it certainly added another level of terror to the experience. "Do you need more help, or are you going to behave, and listed to me?" She asked with a wide smile, tilting her head and watching him cower beneath her. "You really ARE a pathetic little worm..." she purred. "You need fixing. You need my help. Desperately."