Elfy

After breakfast, Emma travels to school and we find out what school is like when you are eighteen, but still have the coordination of a toddler. --- 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 --- “Right, I need to get going.” Dad said as he finally folded his newspaper up. For the first time that morning I saw my Dad’s face. Unlike Mom his face was sharp, and he had piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. He stood up and put the paper down. After kissing Mom on the cheek, he rubbed Ollie’s hair and then left. I didn’t get a special goodbye but that was nothing unusual, I was Mom’s responsibility. I knew for a fact that dad would’ve preferred that I had been born a boy. I ate my breakfast in silence as I did every morning. I tried to avoid looking at Ollie whenever possible, as my brother he knew where my weak points were and how to most effectively annoy me. He knew how much I was desperate to be independent and given the same opportunities which is why he spent mealtimes trying to catch my eye and quietly make fun of me. A baby bottle was handed to me as I finished the last of my breakfast. I clutched it with both hands as I held it up to my mouth, it was the safest way for me to drink without dropping what I was holding. Once the bottle was drained and I had lowered it back to the tray I let out a loud burp. I thought I’d done a good job not making a mess but as mom wiped my face with a wet cloth and then removed by bib, I saw that plenty of food had missed my mouth. I tried not to pout. “Alright, come on, we don’t want you to be late for the bus.” Mom said as she unlocked the tray and let me slip out of my toddler chair, “Come on Emma, we don’t have all day.” I saw that Ollie was a little slower than me to get up. He didn’t get hurried up like I did though. He was sixteen years old and considered a man of the house. My mom was as wary of upsetting him as she way my father. It looked pretty pathetic to me, a mother so worried about what her teenage son thought. I understood it though, I suspect if Ollie wanted, he could bend mom over and spank her right there at the table. It was all part of “coming of age” for a young man. I knew Dad would support it if he found out. Would treat it as a moment where Ollie became a man, probably take him out for a beer or something. Mom was a whirlwind of motion as she got things ready for my brother and me. Lunches were handed out and put in bags, books were checked and double-checked, my diaper was pressed against me to make sure I didn’t need another change and then we were sent out the front door. It was always quite eerie to go from the noises and motion of the house to suddenly standing outside. Everything was calm and serene out there. The sun was shining but there was still a slight chill in the breeze that rustled the leaves on the tree in a front yard. “Come on, baby.” Ollie said to me as he led the way down the garden path. Like I said before, Ollie knew how to strike a nerve. I wouldn’t describe him as a bully or anything like that, he was just a brother who was given free rein to annoy me knowing I would get in trouble if I retaliated. We walked to the bus stop that was at the end of the street. There were a few other students already there, mostly boys. Ollie walked over to some friends, and I hung back just waiting for the bus. It felt like I had to mentally prepare for the day. I had to do this every morning. To say I didn’t enjoy school was an understatement, mostly because for me it felt pointless, there was no career waiting for me at the end of it all. When the bus pulled up to the curb, I was the last to get on. I stood next to the driver and looked down the rows of seats. The differences between the two genders here was more obvious than anywhere else. The boys were dressed in their usual polo shirts, sports jerseys and whatever else they wanted; the girls on the other hand looked, in my opinion, ridiculous. All the girls were dressed in clothes the boys left behind as toddlers. Shortalls, skirtalls, onesies, very frilly dresses, Mary Jane shoes, hair in pigtails… This was the fashion for women of all ages. I, of course, was dressed no differently but I seemed to be one of the few who hated it. I walked down the aisle between the seats. I saw some boys doing last minute homework, whether on their own or copying from a friend, I looked down at the sums one boy was doing and almost felt my head spin. Whatever he was working out was a long way from the times tables that were drilled into my head during what passed for our math classes. At the back of the bus, I saw some boys and girls making out. They had no shame that they were doing so in public, but it wasn’t an unusual sight. Many boys and girls got married right after graduating high school, I knew a few of the kissing couples were already engaged. It was considered desirable to get married as quickly as possible if you were a girl so you could start having kids and supporting your husband. As far as I could tell the only benefit to getting married would be my potential potty training, though I hated to have such a thing reliant on a man. As I dropped into an empty seat next to a girl in a class several grades below my own, I felt disgust towards my fellow girls. I looked over my shoulder again at the kissing couples and my eyes focused on two people in particular. A guy who seemed to be the same age as me was sat down with a girl I knew to be in my grade sitting on his lap facing him. Her dress had been pulled up and the boy’s hands almost looked like they created a seat as they groped her diaper. The girl didn’t seem to care though, she was giggling and constantly leaning forwards for more kisses. All my thoughts towards such a display were negative. Didn’t that girl have any self-respect? I sat in silence for the whole bus journey. Every school day started with this resentment burning at my centre. I was surrounded by boys who would have careers I wanted and girls that were seemingly happy to be second class. I felt very much on my own. I hated my diapers, I hated my place in society, but most of all I hated that I had almost no hope of escaping my station. Only a few girls ever managed to break the chains and reach an equal status to the boys. The most frustrating thing was I knew I was smart enough to do it, but there was nothing I could do about my damned coordination. How I desperately wished I had been born a guy, to have the opportunities I deserved. When the bus finally stopped outside my school, I was one of the last to get up. I watched girl’s giggling as they walked down the aisles to the doors at the front, I saw boys unashamedly reach forward and grab at their asses producing squeals and more laughter. If anyone did that to me, they’d get a slap in the face and to hell with the consequences. My school was a large building. A huge rectangular block with steps leading up to the front entrance. It was towards these doors that the masses of students were moving. The girls in their ultra-feminine clothes in bright colours and looking like overgrown babies, the boys in their regular shirts and pants. There was a lot of noise, and I looked forwards to getting into the relative sanctuary of the classroom. As I made my way up the stairs I tripped and ended up falling forwards on to my face. There were a few laughs but not as many as might be expected. I wasn’t the only girl having trouble after all. The lack of coordination made stairs a tricky challenge and as I brushed myself off and looked around, I saw several girls clinging to the rails with both hands and taking careful steps as if they were climbing a mountain. I would probably fall less often if I did the same, but I didn’t want to need a crutch to do something so simple. The inconvenient truth of the matter was that even amongst other girls my age my coordination was bad. I probably tripped and fell over my own feet at least twice a day. Things requiring precise movements of my fingers were a nightmare. I brushed the dust from my dress and carried on a little more carefully. I walked through the double doors and turned left in the corridor. Whilst the boys moved from room to room throughout the day for their different subjects me and the other girls stayed in one. “Yo, can I copy your biology homework?” “Only if I can copy your math.” “We had homework?” It was like I was being taunted. Those subjects sounded so interesting and yet I never got to experience any of them. The most I could gather was whatever I overheard in the halls or the cafeteria. Sometimes I would take Ollie’s textbooks and read a bit but if I was discovered I would be sure to get a big punishment. My parents, particularly my father, weren’t big on me “getting ideas above my station.” They said no man would want a girl who thought she was smarter than them. It only increased my desire to read more. The bell rang when I was halfway to my classroom. It made me jump and as I did so I felt my bladder leak a little urine into my, until that point, dry diaper. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was annoying. The students crowding the halls started making their way towards their various classrooms. My room was the last door on the left of the hallway. “Come on, Miss. Crouch, you don’t want to be late.” Mr. Smith called as he saw me waddling towards the room. I hated Mr. Smith. My teacher for the last couple of years, he was a symbol to me of all the worst parts of men. He seemed nice enough personally, but he was stull my oppressor. More than anyone, perhaps even more than my parents, Mr. Smith made sure I stayed in my lane. He knew of my want to be more than just another girl and he seemed determined to stamp it out of me, probably saw it as his duty. I went to walk quickly past the teacher, but he put his arm out and blocked the doorway. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I knew what was coming. The “random” diaper checks that I just so happened to be a regular victim of. Mr. Smith’s large hand pressed against my padding as I separated my legs making it easier for him. “A little damp but no need for a change yet.” Mr. Smith announced. “Yeah, well…” I started as I couldn’t hold back my tongue. My arguments were quickly cut off when Mr. Smith reached down to my pacifier hanging from the front of my dress and popped it between my lips. I glared at him but didn’t dare take the unwanted fashion accessory out. Like most men in the world Mr. Smith believed that “good girls should be seen and not heard” and that meant in his classroom we were frequently given our soothers to keep us quiet. As soon as the teacher’s hand left my diaper I continued walking inside. The classroom was the same as it ever was, and I meant that literally. From my first day at school until then I had been in the same classroom, and it hadn’t changed a bit in that whole time. Instead of individual desks like the boys had we had square tables where four of us would sit together. Different corners of the large room had different uses. There were a lot of toys, a quiet area lined with books that were far too simple for me and another area full of different things needed for our lessons. Instead of science we were taught to cook, instead of history we were taught to sew. The very basics of academia were all that we needed according to men. --- 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/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/movr7yl6f9eb502 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2477741

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With Mr. Sawyer dealt with, the race to get out of Sallas continues --- 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 --- “Is he…?” Anna asked as she panted. Jane wrinkled her nose as she stepped closer. She put two fingers to his neck and waited a moment. Anna wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear. The thought of killing someone didn’t sit easily with her, even if he was a complete bastard. “He’s still breathing.” Jane said, “Just unconscious.” “We have to go.” Anna said as she stood up. The adrenaline was helping to keep her going, she knew the moment it left her she would be completely drained by the events of the morning. “But what about him?” Jane asked. “He’s got people coming, they’ll help him.” Anna said quickly. Her legs shook as she stood up and made her way over to the drawers. There was just one thing Anna thought she’d have time for before running out of the house. She pulled open a drawer just as she heard the bedroom door open, she spun around, expecting to be met with a flash as a trigger was pulled. Indeed, there was a gun pointing into the room, only it wasn’t firing. “What the hell happened?” Thorn asked as she lowered her gun and walked in. Ryan came running in behind her, out of breath, and after a quick look around the room he dropped to his knees next to Anna and wrapped her in a hug. “Are you alright? What happened? Did he hurt you?” Ryan asked in rapid succession. “I’m fine.” Anna said. She pulled herself free of Ryan’s embrace. There would be time for that later, “We need to go, he called backup.” Thorn was looking down at Mr. Sawyer’s rather unpleasant body. Seeing the diaper and then turning to see Anna, completely bear under her far-too-short dress. A smile worked its way across her lips, and she even allowed herself a chuckle. “I’ve underestimated you.” Thorn sounded like a proud parent, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” Anna turned back to the open drawer and dug through layers of diapers to find the single pair of panties she had managed to hide in there. Her hands trembled as she dug them out and stepped into them, pulling them up and closing her eyes as if the feeling of the soft material was a euphoric drug. When Anna opened her eyes again it was to see Thorn pointing her gun down at Mr. Sawyer’s head. “No!” Anna exclaimed. Thorn paused. It looked like she really wanted to execute the unconscious man, someone who had no doubt caused her a lot of trouble in the past. After a couple of seconds, she holstered her weapon and bent down to pick the one he had dropped up. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” Thorn said. Anna didn’t need to be told twice. Now that she was unpadded, moving felt so much easier and more natural, she practically bounced down the stairs and out through the front door to their vehicle. They all piled in, now with Jane amongst them, and Thorn performed a handbrake turn to bring the car around, she rushed back towards the front gate. Just as it looked like they had a clear run to the road outside of the community, two black vans skidded to a halt at the entrance. Thorn slammed on the brakes, coming to a halt mere feet away. She threw the van into reverse and all the people in the backseat were sent flying. Anna clung on to the little window to see what was happening. As the van moved backwards, she saw the doors on the other vehicles open and people stepping out, levelling guns at them. “Get down!” Thorn shouted. Barely half a second later the windscreen cracked as a bullet came through. Anna threw herself down along with everyone else in the back of the vehicle. She could no longer see what was happening but heard more shots hitting them as Thorn spun the van around. Anna was covering her head with her hands but when she dared to glance up she saw several holes in the back door where more bullets had hit them. “Thorn?” Ryan called out. “I’m fine. Stay down!” Thorn shouted back. The people in the back of the van wouldn’t have been able to get up even if they wanted to. The van was making violent turns causing the tyres to squeal and the vehicle to lurch to the point that Anna was worried it was going to turn over. More bullets hit the van, but they sounded like they were from further away. Thorn must’ve been driving them back into the gated community and further from the exit. The problem was that there was no other way out. The answer to their problem came a few seconds later. “Hold on!” Thorn called out. A second later, with the engine revving, there was a shattering sound. The van bounced along even harder than before, one particularly violent jump causing Anna to nearly knock herself senseless on the metal floor. With no more bullets zipping through the van, she crawled towards the back door and looked out one of the holes. Behind them she saw a wooden fence that had been smashed through, they were rapidly heading away from the compound across a mostly empty grassy area. “Did we lose them?” Jane asked. Her voice small and scared. “No.” Thorn replied. It sounded like she was gritting her teeth as she wrestled with the steering wheel to keep the van going in a straight direction. Anna saw black vehicles emerging through the hole that the van had created. Thorn had managed to open and gap to them, but they were definitely following, and Anna had to assume more were on the way. There was one more large lurch as the van dropped down off a curb and its tyres skidded on the asphalt as Thorn wrenched the steering wheel again. Back on a road, although going very fast, the drive was at least a little more stable. Anna crawled forwards towards the driving compartment. She checked on Jane and Ryan on the way, they were both a little banged up from the rough ride but there were no serious injuries. Anna got up on to her knees and used the small window to keep herself steady. Through the windscreen she could see cars scattering as Thorn weaved like a race car driver. “Are we alright?” Anna asked. “Uh huh.” Thorn grunted. Anna immediately recognised that the resistance leader sounded a little different. She looked down at Thorn more closely and saw that she only actually had one arm on the wheel, the other was reaching across her body and up to her shoulder. Anna gasped as she saw blood staining Thorn’s camouflage clothing. “It’s nothing.” Thorn said. She was looking in the rear-view mirror and had seen Anna’s concern. “You’ve been shot!” Anna exclaimed. “Is there blood on my back?” Thorn asked as she leaned forwards and twisted her body a little. The manoeuvre seemed to cause her no small amount of pain. Anna nodded. Words temporarily leaving her. “Then it went straight through.” Thorn winced as she sat back on the seat, “Just another war wound for the collection.” “You need a doctor.” Anna said, “A hospital or something.” “Yeah, I’ll just stop and ask the fascists chasing us if they wouldn’t mind waiting whilst I’m bandaged up.” Thorn said sarcastically, “Don’t worry. We’ve got medics that’ll patch me up once you guys are out of the country. Besides, chicks dig scars.” Anna couldn’t believe Thorn was being so nonchalant about being shot. She had to remind herself that this was essentially Thorn’s job. She would’ve seen plenty of people being shot or blown up or god only knew what else. It didn’t seem like the first time she’d been hurt either. “The main thing is getting you to the boat.” Thorn said after an uncomfortable amount of time where Anna had just been staring at her. “How far away is it?” Anna asked. “At this speed?” Thorn suddenly pulled on the steering wheel with her one good arm and the van seemed to go up on two wheels as they went round a corner, “Not too long.” “Are you sure you can drive?” Anna asked. “No offense, but unless any of you back there are secretly rally driving at the weekends, I’m our best bet, wounded or not.” Thorn replied. Anna had to admit she was probably right. Anna and Jane had never driven, women usually weren’t allowed to after all, and Ryan was a decidedly safe driver. If they wanted to stop people catching up with them then they would need Thorn, even with one arm she was navigating traffic at speeds that made Anna’s stomach lurch from side to side. Anna was still holding on to the gap in the window to keep herself upright when she heard what sounded like stones hitting the back of the van. She was suddenly tackled and pulled down by Ryan as new holes appeared in the rear door. “They’re on us!” Thorn shouted. It was impossible for Anna to know what was happening. She felt like she was in a washing machine as the van swerved unpredictably, and she slid backwards and forwards. She felt panic threatening to overwhelm her; it seemed impossible that they would ever escape. Without realising what she was doing, she let out a loud scream as it felt like the world was tumbling on top of her. “Anna! Are you hit?” Jane shouted with concern. Anna couldn’t respond for a few seconds. She looked around with wild eyes, she wanted a way out, but it simply didn’t exist. All of a sudden, she wasn’t sure if she had been hit. She looked down over herself but seemed to be fine. Ending up near the rear doors as more holes appeared above her, Anna looked through one and saw two Sallas police cars cars chasing them, emergency lights flashing, a man leaning out the passenger window of each with handguns. It was obvious they weren’t taking prisoners. “Someone needs to fire back!” Thorn yelled out. “What!? No! We can’t!” Jane exclaimed. “This isn’t a request.” Thorn said darkly. Using her injured arm and practically screaming as she did so, she dropped the pistol into the back where it quickly slid into Anna, “We need them to back off!” Anna picked up the gun. She really didn’t know what she was doing with it and definitely didn’t want to hurt anyone. Leaving Sallas meant everything to her, but could she shoot a person to make it happen? There was a patch on the back door that had a few bullet holes close together. Anna looked out of it carefully and pointed the gun. She was still debating whether she would be able to pull the trigger when she saw a different target. Anna lowered her aim, away from where the driver would’ve been sitting, and pulled the trigger. The gun jumped and she yelped in alarm, dropping it to the floor. “Holy shit!” Thorn exclaimed. Anna looked out the hole again to see that the car she had shot had swerved and end up spinning into a post. She’d aimed for the tyre and apparently hit it. The other car, seeing what had happened, backed off and stopped firing. “What now?” Ryan asked, “We can’t outrun them.” “We’re not going to have to.” Thorn said. It was remarkable she could talk with how much she was concentrating on the road. --- 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/mopw8juk2cb49132 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2471566

Emma is a young woman in a world that is inherently unfair to young women. In this parallel universe, women develop their motor skills much later than men. If a young woman develops her skills early she can move out of the "specialised" women's classes in time to take her tests with the men, and have an entirely different trajectory for life. The question is: Will Emma get there in time? Final exams are coming up and as desperate as Emma is, she's still struggling. Things are made even more complicated by the arrival of a guy who upends her world view. --- 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 --- What Emma Wants By Elfy I slowly opened my eyes as the chirping of birds outside brought me out of dreamland. I grumbled as I rolled over wanting some more sleep, the thickness between my legs told me that it hadn’t been a dry night. It wasn’t much of a surprise; I think I’d had one dry night in my life and that had been sheer luck. My nursery was always the worst in the mornings. The overwhelming pinkness seemed to glow even brighter shortly after dawn, with the sun that was now streaming through the window making me squint. My pink curtains were so thin they were more for show than anything else. This had been my room for as long as I could remember, and it had hardly changed at all in the time aside from the furniture getting bigger. Here I was, one month past my eighteenth birthday, and my surroundings were the same as one month after my first. The one thing I had convinced my parents to do was add an extra bookshelf with some of my favourite books, a small concession to my actual age. I grabbed a frilly pink pillow and held it over my head in a desperate attempt to block out the real world for a few more minutes. It was no use. My senses were already waking up. I could hear footsteps, probably my younger brother, stomping up and down the landing. The smell of bacon, Dad’s favourite, sizzling in a pan wafted through the air. That was the duty of my mom, of course, to make sure Dad’s breakfast was cooked and his clothes washed and ironed before work each morning. It would be my duty too soon, no matter how much I hated the idea of it. I grumbled as I rolled on to my back. I kicked off the blanket that had felt cosy during the night but was now making me too sweaty to reveal my pyjamas. As pink as the rest of the room my sleepwear was very childish decorated as it was by pictures of sleeping bunnies. Underneath was, of course, my ever-present diaper. I didn’t need to reach down to know it was soaked. The bulky overnight padding successfully keeping my bed dry was as familiar as it was hated. “Morning!” Mom started talking before the door had opened but by the time she finished her singsong greeting she was already halfway to my crib. I didn’t say anything, nor did I uncover my face. The morning routine was set in stone, and my participation was not needed for most of it. Mom’s thin-wristed hand slipped between the thick bars of my baby bed and then reached down under the waistband of my pyjama pants to press against my diaper. I don’t know why she bothered with this part. It wasn’t as if I was likely to be dry. “Let’s get you changed and ready for school.” Mom said. The side of my crib came down and I finally pushed the pillow off my head. With another grumble I rolled sideways and then swung my legs over the side of my bed. I stood up and almost fell straight into mom. “Oops, careful.” Mom said with a chuckle. I didn’t find it funny. It was another in a long list of examples that I still wasn’t ready for what I truly wanted; to get out of these damn diapers and start to get taken seriously. I wasn’t optimistic about achieving that dream any time soon though. According to Dad it had taken years before Mom was out of diapers completely. Mom held my hand as we walked over to the changing table. I hoisted myself up and lowered my pyjama bottoms helpfully for Mom, any chance to show I could be responsible I wanted to grab with both hands. “Is this really necessary?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the glow-in-the-dark shooting stars that decorated my ceiling. “You know it is.” Mom’s hand patted the sagging round diaper. “You could at least let me TRY to potty train.” I complained. “Baby, you know that’s not up to me.” Mom said as she pulled the tapes on the diaper. I sighed and let my head roll dispiritedly to the side. No, it wasn’t Mom’s decision. It wasn’t even Dad’s. This was an argument we’d had on the changing table countless times; it was one I knew I couldn’t ever win. “Honestly, baby, I bet all your little friends don’t give their poor Mommies this much grief every morning.” Mom pressed some cool baby wipes against my crotch causing me to jump. “Well, maybe I just want it more than them.” I mumbled. “Emma, if you want to get out of diapers you need to find yourself a husband.” Mom said, “You know that. Any progress on that front?” “No.” I replied shortly. “You should get a move on, baby.” Mom said. God, I hated that pet name, “If you want to get out of diapers, you’ll need to find yourself a man to marry. You know, when your father took over changing my diapers from my Daddy it was a really romantic moment.” I stared at Mom with furrowed eyebrows. She couldn’t be serious. She seemed to notice my expression as she smiled and continued. “We were young and in love.” Mom said with a wistful far-off look in her eyes, “We were nervous and that intimacy of the first diaper change really helped bring us closer together.” I sighed and bit my tongue to stop myself from talking back. My legs were lifted and rolled back as the wet diaper was pulled out from under me. My feet were held in the air until Mom had flattened the new disposable and slipped it under my rear end. When my butt came back down it was on top of a fresh crinkling diaper. The sides were pulled up and taped closed with the speed of an expert who had been changing my diapers for eighteen years… which is exactly what Mom had been doing. “Alright, wait right there whilst I get your clothes.” Mom said. She put a hand on my chest as I tried to get up, “Don’t sit up. We don’t want you to fall.” Mom’s lack of faith in me was annoying. Sure, like ninety-nine percent of girls my age I had some trouble with coordination and could be a bit clumsy, but it wasn’t like I was totally incapable of looking after myself. When Mom turned to head to the closet, I decided to ignore her and sat up, I swayed a little as my balance tried to catch up to the movement but I didn’t fall of. Success. Mom came back over with my outfit for the day. I let out a deep sigh. None of my outfits were what I would describe as “grown up” but this one was particularly childish. A pink t-shirt with a picture of a unicorn flying through the sky, a rainbow trail coming out of the back of it. Over the top Mom had selected a denim dress that came up to the middle of my chest with straps that went up and over my shoulders. She helped me off the table and I didn’t need to look into the mirror to know that it barely covered my diaper. The in-built petticoat pushed the dress out in every direction. I tried to flatten it all down to give myself more cover and hopefully make the outfit look more mature, but it didn’t work, as soon as I flattened one bit another part would stick out. Mom completed my outfit with the fashion accessory all young women and girls had. A pacifier with a big latex bulb, a pink mouth guard and a long piece of rainbow coloured ribbon that attached it to a metal clip on the front of my dress. The pacifier bobbed against my chest ready to be pushed into my mouth as soon as a man had decided I had done enough talking. I was still trying to make myself presentable when Mom took my hand and led me out of the nursery. The fresh diaper crinkled loudly in the otherwise quiet landing, it was a sound I had almost tuned out having become so used to it but just occasionally, when I was particularly frustrated, my ears heard the tell-tale rustle common in every house with girls younger than their mid-twenties around the world. As I waddled down the stairs the familiar sounds and smells of breakfast came wafting down the hallway to me. The smell of eggs and bacon frying, for my Dad and Brother, of course, we women were expected to watch our figures so I knew it would be cereal for me. I could hear my brother talking, his voice only recently deepened by puberty, and then my Dad’s loud and booming laugh in response. Despite what it may seem I never hated my family, they were simply upholding the “natural order” of things. Once in the kitchen I made my way to my highchair. It was yet another point of contention that I had argued about for years, pretty much as soon as I was able to talk, I was protesting, but my family insisted. The most annoying thing was they were probably right. I did need it just like I needed help with so many other things. There is a fundamental and profound difference between women and men. No matter how much I despise or try to fight there could be no doubt about it. As we were all taught in our rudimentary biology lessons, girls simply developed slower and later than boys. Whilst boys would be out of diapers by four or five years-old girls most often needed them into their twenties. I believe the textbook said the average age of female potty training was twenty-five which meant I could expect another seven years in padding, a thought so horrible it made me want to cry. It wasn’t just potty training that separated the sexes though. Whilst the diapers might be the most obvious difference if you were to look between a boy and a girl of a similar age it was far from the only thing. Along with the delayed potty training came a big delay in developing fine motor skills. Basically, girls needed a lot of help with a lot of things. For instance, breakfast. Whilst I could eat an apple on my own there was no way I could handle a spoon without most of my cereal ending up down the front of my dress. That was just one example of a thousand. The practical result of these genetic differences was that girls were simply treated differently. We were essentially little more than babies until well into adulthood. The diapers seemed to inspire a certain amount of protectiveness from the men who would keep us in nurseries, dress us like overgrown toddlers and generally not trust us to do anything for ourselves. They weren’t nasty, for the most part, they were just doing what they thought was best to help. The “immaturity” of women had seeped into every aspect of life. Even older women, like my mom, who had been long potty trained were still treated as little more than children a lot of the time. It may have been obvious, but I HATED it. I hated being treated like I was different or less able. I was jealous of boys, like my brother, who could just get on with their lives. I loathed the fact that unless I was extremely lucky, I was going to end up like my mother. Married off and looking after the home whilst producing babies whilst my husband earned the money. I wanted more but I almost certainly wasn’t going to get it. What was really the most frustrating aspect of it all though was that I was capable of so much more. I was smart, at least for a girl, and I took pride in that. School was almost a waste of time for me, I had to try and learn what I could in my spare time. I would ask for books for my birthdays and Christmases. Dad clearly didn’t agree and thought it would lead to me “getting ideas” which was apparently a bad thing. For once mom got her way though, mostly because she was the one to head out to the store for presents, and at least twice a year I would unwrap a new book. But none of that mattered. I could apply to be taken out of the girl’s classes and put into an accelerated program, the only way for me to go to college and have a potential career, to escape my fate as a future homemaker but I wouldn’t be accepted. Whilst I may have had the intelligence to pass the requisite tests it was irrelevant because I still had the coordination of a toddler and in the world’s eyes that was all that mattered. Even amongst girls my age, I was behind the curve. “Nice dress, sis.” Ollie said with a smirk. I scowled at him. He knew about my frustrations and, like any good brother, poured salt into the wound when he could. What I wouldn’t have given to switch places with him… “Oh, Richard, dear.” Mom said to Dad as she made the cereal, “The Wilkinsons have invited us over for a little get together.” “Sounds marvellous.” Dad replied without looking away from his newspaper. I was pretty sure Dad had spent more of his life looking at the papers than he had me. I had hopped up into the highchair, nearly falling over in the process, and when Mom returned, she locked the tray in place and put my breakfast on it. I looked at the unappetising wet cereal without enthusiasm whilst Mom brought eggs and bacon for the men. My mouth watered just looking at the cooked breakfast. A piece of cloth fluttered down over my face to rest against my chest. My bib was to protect my clothes from any food that missed my mouth, mom never liked having to change my clothes before sending me off to school. Mom then sat down with her own cereal and two spoons. “Alright, baby, open up.” Mom said sweetly. “I’m not a-…” I started complaining but Mom simply shoved the spoon into my mouth. As I ate my lacklustre breakfast in silence Ollie started telling Dad about his latest sporting achievements. As if to emphasise the differences between us Ollie was very smart and athletic, popular too. It only made me feel worse about my own situation. We had the same abilities and yet he was going to get all the opportunities whilst I was going to get nothing. I hated mealtimes just because they took so long. In between my own mouthfuls I had to wait for Mom to eat and she liked to gossip to no one in particular leaving me waiting even longer. If it were up to me, I would eat as quickly as possible so I could get away from the highchair and go back up to my room. --- 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/mofj6wqga4681931 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2460869

The escape is underway. Events are confused as Anna and Ryan are bundled away from the studio... but where are they going to go? --- 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, have you lost your damn mind!?” Thorn demanded. Now torn between looking at the road and the person holding a gun to her head. “I’m not leaving her to be taken to Finishing School!” Anna practically screamed, “Not this time!” “Anna, sweetie, please…” Ryan was slowly moving her way, arms outstretched and arms wide, “Lower the gun.” “You won’t shoot.” Thorn said dismissively, “Anna, I respect what you are doing, truly I do. I get it. Now put the gun down so we can carry on.” Anna was stuck. It felt like a tornado was running through her head and scattering all her thoughts. No, of course she couldn’t shoot Thorn. What was she doing? She was threatening the very person who was risking so many lives to get her away from Sallas. Did she really want to risk everything for Jane? The turning for the gated community was almost level with them now. If she was going to do anything it had to be right that second. With a deflating sigh she dropped the gun on to the front seat next to Thorn. “Good.” Thorn sighed a deep breath, “I get how you feel and… ANNA!” If Thorn wasn’t going to stop then Anna was going to force her. As soon as she dropped the gun, she had stood up and run to the other end of the van, she pulled on the handle and opened the back door, there was no traffic behind them, perfect. Anna closed her eyes and jumped. She briefly heard the combined screams of her two companions before she hit the ground and rolled half a dozen times, her dress ripping and tearing on the concrete floor. She immediately knew she was bleeding, from multiple places, but she wasn’t seriously hurt. The van had screeched to a halt ahead of her. Anna got to her feet and winced as she felt a trickle of blood run down her face. She turned to the entrance of the community, where a very bewildered guard was staring at her, and started to half-limp and half-jog inside. Anna started up the road towards the house that had been her home. The van had turned around and burst through the gate with a crash that made Anna look around. It pulled up alongside Anna and Thorn leaned over. To Anna’s surprise Thorn was actually smiling. “You’re one crazy bitch!” Thorn called out, “Get in the van!” “Not without Jane!” Anna called back. She’d just jumped out of a moving vehicle; there was no way she was just going to surrender now. “I’ll drive you to the house.” Thorn said, “We don’t have time for you to hobble there. That guard was on his radio when I crashed through his gate.” Anna opened the door and climbed in. Before she could even sit down, she had Ryan’s hands reaching through the window to the back of the van and hugging her tightly. He kept repeatedly asking if she was OK without waiting for him to answer. “It’s a shame, you’d really well in my organisation.” Thorn shook her head, “Seriously though, you have two minutes.” “Wait here.” Anna said as they pulled up at the house. Anna hopped back out of the van and stumbled towards the front door. Adrenaline was probably helping mask the pain as she opened the door and stepped inside. It was unusually quiet. She stepped into the house and looked into the living room. The television was on, showing a standby emergency screen, Jane had probably been watching the broadcast. “Jane?” Anna called out. Anna started tearing around the house looking for her friend. She wasn’t downstairs at all; she thumped her way upstairs and wished again that she’d had a chance to change. Anna pushed open each door she came across until she reached the nursery. As the door swung open she heard movement. Stepping inside, Anna was greeted with a sight that made her stop in her tacks. Jane was kneeling in the crib, a pacifier in her mouth and kept there with a gag. She was looking out at Anna with wide eyes… and she wasn’t alone. “Well, haven’t you been causing some trouble.” Mr. Sawyer said. He was holding a gun not unlike Thorn’s. “How did you…” Anna started. “As soon as your friends blew a hole in the wall of the studio, I had a good idea of what they were after.” Mr. Sawyer was smirking, “Once I got out of the building, I realised that there was only one place you were likely to go. Oh, I’m sure we have people searching everywhere, but I know you, Anna, I know how you work.” “You know nothing about be.” Anna replied. She clenched her fists. “Careful now, that temper has got you into trouble before…” Mr. Sawyer said in a sing-song voice, “You make a mistake now and it might be your last. You are a terrorist now, after all. I would be well within my rights to shoot you where you stand as an enemy of the people.” “Then why don’t you.” Anna gritted her teeth, throwing caution to the wind. She felt so close to her ultimate goal that she was willing to go through anything to get there. “For the same reason you aren’t a useless crawling overgrown infant.” Mr. Sawyer laughed, “You are still more used to me alive than dead. You are a ferocious little thing, but, at the end of the day, you’re domesticated. You think you want to go out into the world, but I know what is best for you.” Anna shook her head. Her knees were shaking a little, the adrenaline flowing through her veins was making hard to stand still. Every muscle felt ready to spring into action. She couldn’t believe that even right then, with everything happening that morning, that she was still hearing how a man knew what was best for her. “What are you going to do?” Anna asked as she eyed the gun that was pointed at her. “That depends on you.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me? I assure you that the alternative is not very pleasant.” Mr. Sawyer gave his gun a little wave as he spoke. Anna thought through everything that was happening. It seemed like the man in the nursery was alone, it also seemed like he didn’t know that she wasn’t. Ryan and Thorn were outside, how long would they wait before coming in and looking for her? She saw that Mr. Sawyer had a radio sitting on the windowsill next to him. It seemed likely that he would’ve called for backup as soon as he heard Anna coming into the house. With a cold feeling, Anna realised that she had led the head of The Rose Resistance right into an ambush in which there could be no escape. She swallowed. One thing Anna knew about men from Sallas was that they chronically underestimated women. Their belief that they were superior in every way meant that they didn’t think women were capable of subverting their expectations. Anna had to try it, she had to get herself and Anna out of the room as soon as possible. “Fine.” Anna said. She let shoulders slump down, “You win.” “I know I do.” Mr. Sawyer replied smugly, “Come on, we’re going downstairs to wait for your special taxi.” “Hold on.” Anna said, “Mr. Sawyer… I’ve been in this diaper a while and I really, really need a change. Would you mind if I…?” Mr. Sawyer’s look of disgust was almost strong enough to knock Anna backwards. He seemed to debate the idea in his head, but Anna knew he wouldn’t be keen to share a vehicle with her when she smelled the way she did. “Sure.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But I’m going to be watching. Any sudden movements and that’ll be the last diaper you ever wear.” Anna swallowed, making sure to exaggerate how obvious her fear was, and then nodded her head. She hopped up on to the changing table as Mr. Sawyer stood a foot away. Anna made a big show of trying to reach down to her diaper but the dress getting in the way. “Mr. Sawyer, Sir, would it be OK if Jane helped?” Anna asked. She softened her voice and even twitched her mouth into a quick smile, anything to disarm the man standing over her, “Or maybe you could…” “No.” Mr. Sawyer looked at Anna’s diaper area and sneered. Anna had to imagine it didn’t look pretty down there at all, “You can have Jane.” Anna felt her heart leap as Mr. Sawyer stood on the release for the side of the crib and let it rattle down. Jane, gagged by the pacifier, hesitantly shifted forwards and down on to her feet. She looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer. The armed man raised his hands and stepped back to allow Jane to pass. As soon as Anna saw her friend close up, she could see how Jane had been crying. “Just make it quick.” Mr. Sawyer said as he went across to the window and pulled back a curtain to look outside. Thankfully the nursery faced the rear of the house. With Mr. Sawyer looking out the window, presumably trying to see if the people he called were arriving, Anna tried to send a silent message to Jane. The very used padding was opened up and even Jane flinched away slightly at what she saw inside. Anna waved her hand to get Jane’s attention, then looked down towards her diaper, then quickly jerked her head at Mr. Sawyer. Jane frowned. “Come on…” Anna mouthed. After repeating the motion a couple of times, it seemed Jane had got the message. Her puffy pink eyes opened wider in surprise. “When he comes back over.” Anna mouthed as slowly and clearly as she dared. Jane nodded her head and set to work wiping Anna’s incredibly soiled diaper area. Anna was intensely aware of the time. At any second, she might hear more footsteps coming inside, giving the game away to Mr. Sawyer. Even worse was the possibility of the black government cars arriving. If that happened, they would all be trapped. “It’s really a shame that it’s come to this.” Mr. Sawyer said as he moved the curtain back into place, “You and Ryan, I mean. We gave you everything you could want, and it still wasn’t enough.” Anna had her head tilted to the side. She was waiting for the most opportune moment; they wouldn’t get a second shot at this. Her skin was mostly wiped clean, and she noticed that Jane had slowed down as well. “I got you this house, your husband got a job, you both got fame… What more could you possibly ask for?” Mr. Sawyer had turned and was slowly walking towards the table. Anna’s heartrate got faster with every step that Mr. Sawyer took. She tensed up her muscles as she felt Jane’s hands grab hold of the still open dirty diaper. The man moved across the rug, closer and closer until… Anna felt Jane pulling on the diaper. She lifted herself up and it was slid out from underneath her. In one fluid motion, Jane picked up the disgusting disposable and threw it, messy side first, at Mr. Sawyer. He saw it coming too late, his hands couldn’t rise up in time, the diaper hit him square in the face as he screamed at the horror. This was the moment. Without hesitation, Anna got to her feet on the changing table and launched herself at Mr. Sawyer. Like a missile, she slammed into his chest and speared him backwards. The gun went off, a bullet shooting up into the ceiling of the room before it was knocked clear of the government man as he impacted the ground. The dirty diaper was still pressed against his face as Anna straddled him. She started punching down into the padding, picturing Mr. Sawyer’s smirking face. She punched until he stopped resisting, she would’ve continued too, but Jane had pulled her off. The diaper finally slipped from his face revealing a very disgusting scene indeed. It was fortunate that Jane had been given enough time to clean up the large amounts of muck that had still been on Anna. Mr. Sawyer wasn’t moving, it was hard to see his face underneath the former contents of the diaper as his head rolled to the side. --- 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/mofj6wqga4681931 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2460869

We reach the climax of the story! Dan and Robyn are eager to explore their new relationship with each other, whilst Landon tries to repair things with Livy. --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Landon turned as Livy ran past her and out the door. She brought her hands up to her face and immediately realised she had done the wrong thing. She balled up her hands and hit herself on the forehead. “Stupid… stupid… stupid…” Landon repeated to herself. Landon had gotten angry. She’d become frustrated with Livy and stopped properly thinking about what she was doing. She acted as she would with Robyn. If Robyn started freaking out, she knew a firm hand was what was needed to get her to a place where she could open up and let those emotions out. Livy was not Robyn. Landon knew Livy was sensitive, perhaps more sensitive than anyone she had ever met, and she had messed everything up. “Stupid… Stu-…” Landon continued. “Ma’am, are you alright?” The worker who had told Landon where Livy was asked. “What?” Landon snapped, “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Excuse me.” It had been building up all morning. Landon had a picture in her head of the perfect day out with Livy. She had seen how it would all go. A nice coffee at the café to break the ice, some presents, a delicious lunch, and by the time they got home they would have bridged whatever gap had been between them. Instead, Livy had scuppered the plans every step of the way. She had been quiet, clumsy, and to be frank, embarrassing. The places Landon had taken Livy were places she frequented often. She knew the staff as acquaintances. They would now be talking about her; she would have to try and explain things. What really had caused Landon’s frustration was the collapse of the pretty picture she had in her head. She could see herself and Livy smiling and laughing, trying on clothes and jewellery, holding hands down the road and gossiping the way friends did. She had the picture in her mind so clearly it seemed like it was practically already real, and yet every step seemed to make it an increasingly distant dream. Landon became short-tempered because she knew how she wanted the day to go, and she hadn’t got her way. “That’s always it with you, isn’t it.” Landon muttered to herself, “Always have to have things go exactly how you want them.” Landon pushed open the door to the street and looked up and down the sidewalk. Livy couldn’t have gotten far. With the state she was in she would’ve looked for the closest place to hide and stayed there. There was a gap between buildings leading to an alleyway up ahead. Landon started marching in that direction. “What would you have done if you hadn’t got Dan, eh?” Landon asked herself out loud, not caring that people turned to look at her, “Would’ve you have thrown a tantrum then as well?” It was something Landon tried to push from her head, something that always returned. The fact was, when she first started butting into Dan and Livy’s lives, she didn’t have any high-minded ideas of polyamory. She wanted Dan. And when Landon got the idea that she wanted something in her head, nothing would shift it. She wondered how far she would’ve taken things to get what she wanted. Landon hoped Livy was alright. She had looked so frightened and upset, almost indistinguishable from a toddler. Landon cursed herself again. The day had been about bringing the polycule closer together and yet she felt like she had only driven it further apart. If Livy wanted nothing to do with her or Dan after this, she would only have herself to blame. Reaching the edge of the alley, Landon looked in and initially saw nothing. She felt a flare of panic, if Livy wasn’t there she could be anywhere. Maybe Landon had been walking the wrong way, maybe Livy had gone somewhere else. She started imagining the places an upset Livy might end up, or the things she might do. She would have to phone Dan. She’d have to tell her that she was such a bad Big that she had driven Livy away from her, maybe forever. Just as Landon was pulling out her phone, she saw a can rolling across the ground from just behind a dumpster. She slowly put her phone back in her pocket and walked into the alleyway, the high walls of the building on either side dampening the noise from the street very quickly. As Landon got nearer, she heard crying echoing off the walls. Finally, she reached the set of dumpsters and saw Livy pacing up and down restlessly, despite Landon standing right there it didn’t seem like Livy had seen her, it didn’t seem like Livy was seeing very much at all. Landon lowered the bags of shopping she had been carrying to the ground. She felt her heart sink when she saw how upset Livy was, she wondered what sort of person would yell at her. Landon walked forwards slowly. When she was within arm’s reach of Livy, she reached out and put a hand gently on Livy’s shoulder. The adult baby flinched backwards against the wall, knocking over a glass bottle that had been standing there and spilling some suspicious liquid. God, she had really messed the poor girl up. “Livy, are you OK?” Landon asked in a soft voice. Livy nodded. She was not OK and that was very clear. Her hair was a mess, her skin was red and blotchy, and her bloodshot eyes still had tears streaming down her face. She had her two hands clasped in front of her as she looked at Landon with wide eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry!” Livy burst into tears again, “I’m so sorry!” Livy dropped to her knees. Landon closed the gap and did what she should’ve done many other times that day, something which didn’t come naturally. She dropped down and wrapped Livy in a tight hug. Livy cried as Landon blinked her own tears away. “No, no…” Landon said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’ve messed this all up horribly. You have nothing to apologise for.” Livy continued to cry, and Landon held her. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the first day she had really spoken to Livy. When she had seen Livy running to the bathroom on the verge of tears, when she had walked in and offered to help. It was her selfish desires that had started everything, now it felt like her lack of regard for the people she cared about had hurt Livy. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Landon kept repeating quietly as she rocked Livy back and forth a little. Landon wasn’t sure how long Livy cried for, all she knew was that her knees were hurting by the time the tears slowed down. She continued to shush Livy gently, repeating her mantra and telling Livy she wasn’t at fault for anything until Livy final stopped crying. Landon should’ve known that, to Livy, one cuddle was worth multiple special treats on days out. Sitting down and playing with her would more effectively bridge any gap than taking Livy to fancy places. She had done all the things that so impressed Robyn, but she hadn’t thought about Livy’s needs. She didn’t care that her legs were going numb, and stones were poking into her knees, she deserved it all and more. When Livy finally came up for air, she had snot and tears all over her face. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes with her hands. Landon reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, Livy took some and started to clean herself up. “Sorry…” Livy said as she sniffed wetly. “No, you have nothing to apologise for.” Landon said again, “I’ve been… God, I’ve been such an idiot. This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have got upset with you, I shouldn’t have made you come out here, I shouldn’t…” “No, I mean…” Livy pointed at Landon’s waist. Where her head had been, “I cried all over you.” “Oh.” Landon could only chuckle as she looked down at the wet clothes. It was her turn to take some of the tissues and do her best to clean herself up. She was grateful that Livy managed a small laugh as well. Landon groaned as she stood up. Her knees were not happy with her, and it felt like her legs had become two stiff branches that didn’t bend in the middle. She helped Livy to her feet. They stood next to each other, both feeling awkward and guilty about what had happened. “There’s so much I need to say to you.” Landon said, “But I think we should find a better place for that conversation than this smelly old alley.” “Oh?” Livy looked worried. It was hardly a shock. Every time Landon had taken Livy somewhere that morning things had got worse and worse. “Don’t worry.” Landon said, “I think you’ll like this one. I know I can’t ask you to trust me after everything, but… give me one more chance, maybe?” Livy seemed to genuinely be thinking about saying no. After looking around and wiping her eyes again she finally shook her head. Landon breathed a huge sigh of relief. She hadn’t killed the relationship. --- Dan’s hand gently moved down Robyn’s naked body. She laid on his bed, looking up at him. At the same time vulnerable and resolute. Dan’s hand caressed a breast, and he felt himself react in the usual way for heterosexual men such as himself. He kept a close eye on Robyn’s face, always gauging her reactions and ready to pull away the moment she showed discomfort. The conversation in the nursery had been enlightening. Dan had entered that room thinking he had blown up the polycule and exited it thinking he understood Robyn better than ever. He was down to just his underwear, resting his crotch on top of Robyn’s and knowing she could feel the hardness that would soon claim her. They had reiterated their safe words, and Robyn had practically dragged Dan into the bedroom. “I know you’re trying to look out for me.” Robyn said as Dan’s mouth moved down to her breasts and sucked a nipple between his lips, “But I am more than warmed up and ready for you!” “Patience.” Dan teased. Robyn stuck her tongue out at him. Dan smirked. That sort of playfulness in the bedroom would take some getting used to. He had been planning for a lot more foreplay, but if Robyn wanted things sped up, he could do that too. He lifted himself up and slid off the bed until he was standing, Robyn’s eyes followed him and remained fixed on his crotch. Dan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. As his tool sprung out, already at full attention, Robyn’s eyes went wider. Dan had to smile. It was quite a compliment to get that kind of reaction. “Ready?” Dan asked. Robyn nodded. She opened her legs up and bent them at the knees. Dan got back on to the bed and aimed himself for her glistening entrance. He looked at Robyn’s face as he slowly pressed forwards. Robyn quickly threw her head back and let out a moan. Dan knew that Robyn had been penetrated with strap-ons and toys before, but this was the first time she had experienced the real thing. He went slowly, inch by inch entering Robyn and spreading her wise open. “Oh God.” Robyn moaned. Her hands flew out to the sides of the bed. “Are you alright?” Dan asked. Pausing momentarily until he saw Robyn rapidly nodding her head. “Just… just feels… different.” Robyn panted. “Different good? Or different bad?” Dan asked. “Good.” Robyn replied quickly, “VERY good!” Dan started a slow and steady motion as he leaned over Robyn. His hands were planted either side of her as he moved extra slowly and carefully. It wasn’t easy, as good as it clearly felt for Robyn, it felt amazing for him too. Robyn’s legs wrapped around Dan’s torso and seemed to be almost trying to pull him in even further. He kept the pace slow though, he didn’t want to overwhelm the poor woman, not after what had happened that morning. Dan let out grunts as Robyn moaned and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. “F-Faster.” Robyn moaned. “Are you sure?” Dan asked. Robyn had started nodding her head immediately. Dan knew she wasn’t a woman for half-measures. If she wanted something she wanted it all the way, she was very much like Landon in that respect. Dan was more than happy to oblige. He picked up the pace, plunging into her with a slightly increased speed whilst still trying to be as gentle as he possibly could. “More!” Robyn exclaimed, “Harder! Faster!” Dan was getting taken by the moment that had seemingly already grasped his lover. He started speeding up even more, withdrawing nearly all the way before pressing back in with speed. Robyn reacted by moaning louder and flailing her hands. Dan growled as he continued to push into Robyn, her legs opening indecently wide for him. “Harder!” Robyn cried out. Dan paused and pulled all the way out of Robyn, his dick dripping with a mixture of both their fluids. Robyn looked up at him in shock and disappointment. That soon changed when he flipped her over and pulled her up on to her hands and knees, the same position that Robyn had just experienced her spanking in. Dan could see just how red her ass already was, along with a mixture of other colours that showed she was bruising already. “Ah!” Robyn exclaimed as Dan got on his knees right behind her and pressed straight back in. Robyn was soon arching her back and crying out with each thrust. One hand went up and grabbed the headboard as Dan went to town. In this position he was able to leverage even more power and speed. Sweat came down his face as he grunted with each movement, the nerves in the most sensitive part of his body sending a cascade of pleasure throughout his body. Dan knew he wasn’t going to last long. This wasn’t meant to be a slow and sensuous experience, he knew what Robyn wanted, a more animalistic pounding. He pulled out and pushed in like a piston, each moan from Robyn seeming to make him swell inside her. He felt Robyn shudder and she seemed to grip him as her arms gave out and she was left sticking her ass in the air. With an almighty grunt Dan exploded inside her. He panted and draped himself over her as he climaxed, his eyes half-closed and the sweat from his and Robyn’s bodies sticking them together. He held that position until he was finished. Almost as soon as his orgasm subsided, he felt a crushing weight descend upon him. The reality of it all suddenly becoming clear. “Wow…” Robyn panted. Dan started to immediately question what he had done. He felt like he had cheated on the loves of his life. He slowly pulled out and looked down as a globule of his semen dripped from Robyn and on to the sheets. She slowly rolled over, legs wide and chest moving rapidly up and down. Dan stared at her as if he had just killed her. How could it do that!? Robyn was vulnerable and he… “Hey, hey… What’s going on?” Robyn asked as she sat up. Her eyes had quickly gone from half-lidded in ecstasy to full of concern. “I… I shouldn’t have done that…” Dan said quietly. He was still on his knees, sitting back with his still half-erect penis sticking out in front of him. “What? Why not?” Robyn reached forwards and touched his chest. “You’re a Little and… it isn’t right!” Dan said. He wondered if this meant he was a pervert, somehow a danger to society. When he had sex with Livy it was always when Livy was being an adult. Robyn was almost never like that, “There’s Livy… a-and Landon…” “It’s OK!” Robyn said quickly, “It’s OK.” Dan allowed himself to lay down as Robyn pulled for him to come lay next to her on the bed. Dan felt her arm drape across his chest. He couldn’t look at her. He was ashamed. “Look, I told you before.” Robyn said softly, a hand trailing through his hair, “I needed this. This hardcore stuff to me is like cuddles are to Livy.” “But…” Dan started. “There’s all sorts of Littles.” Robyn continued, “A whole spectrum from ones who are never sexual to ones who are only sexual. Me and Livy are at opposite ends. I’m telling you, what you just did has really helped me. I feel great!” “Really?” Dan asked. Turning to look at Robyn and seeing that she was beaming at him. “Really!” Robyn replied, “The spankings, the sex and the bondage are all a part of who I am. Honestly, you’d be a pretty neglectful Daddy if you DIDN’T have sex with me!” They both froze. Dan looked at Robyn and realised it was the first time she had called him “Daddy.” It sounded so different coming from her mouth compared to Livy’s, as if the same word had very different meanings to them both. It was then that it finally fully clicked for Dan that it really did. When Livy said “Daddy” she was talking about a man to look after her, and to protect her from the world, but when Robyn said “Daddy” she was talking about a man who took control away from her, disciplined her, and made sure she knew her position. Dan smiled and Robyn joined in, her cheeks going red again. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Dan said. This time he chuckled as he said it. There was no guilt in the words, now it was just disbelief at the situation. He put a hand up to his sweaty forehead and let out a deep breath. He could feel that his heart was still racing. “If it helps… You were really, really good.” Robyn said. She laid her head on his shoulder, “I mean, I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but you beat the hell out of my dildos.” Dan laughed. He was aware they would have to get up and get cleaned sooner rather than later. He wasn’t keen for Landon and Livy to walk in and see them like this. Whilst he was sure they would both be alright with it, the situation would be very confronting to throw in their face, especially for Livy. “Maybe we should do it again.” Robyn suggested. A hand started snaking down Dan’s chest and towards his dick. He raised his eyebrow as he looked at Robyn, “You know… for science. It might’ve been a fluke; we need to repeat the experiment. It would be irresponsible to not check our results…” Dan smiled and felt Robyn’s hand grip his shaft. Despite the recent exertions it was already starting to thicken again suggesting round two wouldn’t take too long. However, instead of allowing Robyn to continue massaging his private areas, he pulled away from her. “Not yet.” Dan said as he slipped out of the bed and stood up. Robyn looked up at him in disappointment. Dan had to smile at her pout. She was more like Landon then he suspected either of them realised. It was taking a lot of willpower to turn down an immediate second go with Robyn, but he had a job to do. A job as Robyn’s Daddy. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you swearing earlier.” Dan said as he tilted his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. Robyn’s eyes went wide, and she seemed to be momentarily lost for words. Dan reached forwards, grabbed her legs and pulled her over his lap. Despite all her protestations and flailing he didn’t hear a safe word, so he pulled his hand back and aimed for the already red posterior of the adult baby. --- Livy was unsure of exactly what was going on. She had run away from Landon when it seemed like everything was ruined, then Landon had found her hiding in an alley, but instead of shouting at her, Landon had… hugged her. It had been the last thing she expected and after crying out all her emotions on to Landon’s blouse, they had headed back to the car. Instead of going straight home, Landon had pulled up in the parking lot of a local park, one Livy knew quite well. They had left the car there and started walking down the gravel path towards the play area, which was also where most of the facilities were. Livy was still making sure to stay behind Landon by a step or two, but her anxiety had mostly evaporated. There were less people around here, less noise, and the world felt a lot more welcoming. That wasn’t to say Livy was completely anxiety-free. However, her nerves had gone from breaking point to manageable, she just didn’t know what Landon had planned. After everything else that had happened that day, she didn’t have high hopes that it would be anything good. Maybe Landon was just faking being sorry and was bringing Livy here for one final humiliation before she left forever. “Do you want ice cream?” Landon asked as she looked over her shoulder. That didn’t seem like the question of someone who was going to imminently humiliate her. Livy nodded her head and Landon smiled. They went to an ice cream van that was parked near some picnic benches. It was busy, with lots of families enjoying the nice day. “Why don’t you get us a seat, and I’ll bring the ice cream right over?” Landon suggested. “I think… I think I’d rather stay close to you.” Livy said quietly. She was looking at the people around her. It didn’t feel like the crowded streets of the town, but it was still more than she was completely comfortable with, especially after the morning had drained her emotional reserves. “No problem.” Landon said. Livy waited in line with Landon. They didn’t say much to each other until they each had an ice cream cone. They walked over to a bench that was a little further away from the others, it wasn’t a picnic bench, rather a two-person seat placed in memory of someone who had evidently loved the park. Livy sat down and tasted her sweet treat. The sugar was immediately welcomed by her tired out body. “It’s good, right?” Landon asked as she ate some of her own ice cream. Livy nodded. “I should’ve known this was going to be much more your speed.” Landon said with a sigh. Livy looked at Landon in shock but saw she was smiling. After a few seconds she felt what remained of her guard dropping and laughed as well. It was pointless. Landon was saying she saw her as a little girl, trying to prove she was mature had failed and trying to fight it, after everything that had happened, was a losing battle. Livy gave in to the inevitable. “I’m sorry.” Livy said. “I told you earlier, you don’t need to apologise for anything.” Landon replied. “I feel like I do.” Livy shrugged as she ate some more of her treat. “Well, if it will help you feel better…” Landon said. “Today… I ruined it.” Livy looked away from Landon and instead watched some teenagers playing football on the distant side of the park, “I wanted to prove to you that I was more than just a baby. I wanted to prove I could be mature and adult, that I could be taken on proper dates and stuff. I really, really wanted you to, I don’t know… respect me?” “Oh, Livy…” Landon said. “I just feel like I’m not enough. I’m weak. Something is just broken inside me, and I can’t cope with stuff that I should be able to. I see you, Dan and Robyn and you’re all so strong and put together, and then there’s me. Next to you I’m like… I’m like…” Livy struggled to find the words. “A little girl?” Landon suggested. Livy’s head sagged and she looked at the gravel in front of them. She kicked a few of the stones as she nodded. She was taken by surprise when she felt something heavy resting on her shoulders. She looked to the side of her away from Landon and found of the other woman’s hands on her shoulder. She couldn’t remember Landon doing that before. It was immediately reassuring in a way that Livy could hardly describe. “It wasn’t you who ruined today.” Landon said softly, “It was me.” Livy looked up and opened her mouth, but Landon shook her head. She stayed silent but leaned into the arm that was around her shoulder. “I took you to places that mean a lot to me.” Landon said, “My favourite restaurant, a café I frequent, the jewellery store I should have a loyalty card with, and the clothing store. All places that mean something… to me.” Livy turned sideways on the bench, carefully flattening her dress to stop the bottom of her diaper poking out. She subtly rested her head on Landon’s arm, wanting to keep that contact. “Today shouldn’t have been about me. It should have been about you.” Landon shook her head, “I didn’t think about you at all when I drew up this plan in my head. I’m ashamed to say it. I just thought about what I wanted and assumed you would like it too. I put a lot of pressure on you to act a certain way, and I feel terrible about it.” “I should be able to!” Livy blurted out, “I should be able to be a big girl sometimes!” Livy had spoken loudly, and she winced as the phrase “big girl” drew some curious looks from people walking nearby. She meant what she said though. To practically have a nervous breakdown when doing normal things felt like a weakness. “Why?” Landon asked simply. “Because… Because everyone else can.” Livy replied. She looked out at all the people in the park, none of whom would’ve struggled like she did. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” Landon replied, “Everyone has situations that they struggle with, things they need help with. Being mature isn’t about having no weaknesses or bottling up emotions. You called yourself weak, but that’s not what I see when I look at you. No, I see someone who has gone through more anxiety this morning than most of these people will experience in a year. You went through it, and you came out the other side. That isn’t weakness. It’s strength.” “I ran out of the store crying…” Livy said, “I had an accident whilst getting my ears pierced…” “And you carried on. You got knocked down and then you stood back up.” Landon said as she moved her hands animatedly, “You faced a number of hurdles and, yes, you may have stumbled a few times…” Livy snorted. A few times was being generous. It felt to her like it would be more apt to say she tripped at the starting blocks and fell into every hurdle, arriving at the finishing line with all the obstacles hanging off her body. “But you got through it. Hell, after I came and found you in the alley. You could’ve just told me to take you home and break everything off. You didn’t.” Landon turned to face Livy, “You are sensitive and that is a good thing. It may come with downsides, but you are one of the most loving and empathetic people I’ve ever met.” “I…” Livy started. “Please, let me finish.” Landon smiled and Livy nodded, “I don’t want you to be mature. I don’t want you to be immature. I just want you to be Livy. I’m happy when you’re happy. You don’t need to be able to go to a fancy restaurant or expensive clothes store to please me. I should’ve known this right from the start. I was a fool, and I don’t deserve the second chance that I’m asking for but… Livy, I am truly sorry for today.” Livy’s mouth was hanging open and in truth she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. She wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to say anything regardless, there was a lump in her throat that suggested that if she tried to speak right away that she might burst into tears and she’d already shed enough of those that day. Livy leaned against Landon’s arm and closed her eyes. She didn’t really feel she deserved the praise or apology that she was getting, but it was nice to know that Landon wasn’t mad at her. They stayed there for a minute or two, enjoying the atmosphere and the ice cream. “Can I tell you about my history in “the scene?”” Landon finally asked. “Sure.” Livy replied. “Believe it or not, before I met you, I had never heard of adult babies.” Landon said. She kept her voice low when saying the embarrassing words, “I had to go on a crash course of finding out who ABDLs were and what they liked.” “Why?” Livy asked. “Why what?” Landon frowned. “Why did you need to research it?” Livy said, “You assumed I was one, sure, but why did you investigate it so much?” “Do you want the truth?” Landon asked. Livy nodded. “Alright, look, this is going to make me look bad, but since we’re doing honesty” Landon conceded, “I fancied Dan. A lot. When I found you in the bathroom that time, I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to get closer to Dan. My original intention was to try and… get with him.” “What!?” Livy exclaimed. “Wait, let me finish!” Landon quickly continued, “I know, I’m a horrible person, but when I started getting to know you more, I… Well, I fell in love with you too. It wasn’t long before I just wanted us all to be together. THAT’S why I researched your lifestyle so much.” “That’s… OK. Wow.” Livy was trying to process what she was hearing. She had always assumed that things could’ve gone a different way, but to have Landon state it openly was not something she expected. That wasn’t to mention that Landon had just told Livy that she loved her! “Like I said, I’m a horrible person.” Landon conceded as she ducked her head, “If it helps, I’m glad nothing happened between me and Dan until I got to know you more. This polycule is the best thing to ever happen to me.” “Me too.” Livy agreed quietly. “So, I did research. I looked online, read articles, joined forums… It’s where I met Robyn.” Landon’s mouth twitch into a smile, “Robyn was the first adult baby I met. Well, second, I guess you’re the first. But she was the first that I experimented in the scene with.” Livy nodded. “Robyn likes… adult things whilst feeling Little.” Landon said, “As I’m sure you’ve discovered.” Livy blushed as she thought about the many, many nights of diaper humping and other naughty play they had engaged in after lights out in the nursery. “Robyn likes sex, and bondage, and when she’s processing something, she finds it easiest to get things off her chest when I’m being very domineering.” Landon explained, “She wants someone who will be strict and stern, a disciplinarian who can put her into line. My problem is, I’ve spent a lot of time with her and a lot less with you, one on one that is. So, when I saw you struggling, I just automatically went into doings things that would help Robyn. I admit I grew frustrated with you as well, and that influenced how I acted, but my point is that no two Littles are exactly alike. I should’ve taken that into account. I should’ve done more to learn what you need.” Livy didn’t reply straight away. Instead, she licked the ice cream that was threatening to melt and run down her fingers. The stuff with Dan had come as a bit of a shock, but if she was honest, that was what she had been worried about at the time, that Landon would steal her husband. She couldn’t disagree that the way things had ended up was the best possible scenario for all four of them. What Landon said, about Robyn and not knowing what Livy needed, seemed to make sense too. In the past it was nearly always Dan who looked after her, Landon didn’t often get too close, she never seemed particularly comfortable with that side of things. “I guess this is another apology.” Landon chuckled, “My apology for not knowing you like I should. It’s something I would really like to rectify.” Livy looked up at Landon and saw an honesty in her eyes. Whatever had happened in the past was water under the bridge. The Landon sitting next to her on the bench felt a world away from the one that walked into the toilets and saw her crying. She smiled. “Just to be clear…” Livy said with a cheeky grin, “I like sex and bondage sometimes too. I just like cuddles more.” Livy tentatively opened her arms, and Landon was no slouch in leaning forwards and cuddling her. Livy immediately felt better, like there was a gauge for cuddles that had run dangerously low and was now quickly filling back up. The hug in the alleyway had felt like a necessity, the one on the park bench was very different, it was full of joy and hope for the future of the relationship. “Oops.” Livy said as they separated. She was looking at Landon’s chest where a good portion of her ice cream had smeared against her. “Oh dear…” Landon said and then laughed, “You’ve really done a number on my blouse today. I think it was about time we head home anyway.” “I agree…” Livy paused. A word dancing on the tip of her tongue. One that she had never even considered using before, one that now felt as natural as sliding the last piece of a puzzle into a slot to finish the picture, “Mommy.” Landon froze from wiping the ice cream with her tissues. When she looked up at Livy it was with tears in her eyes. Livy had no idea it would mean so much to her, the fact that it did made Livy all the gladder she had said it. Landon leaned forwards and held Livy in another cuddle. When they pulled apart it was with more ice cream smeared on both of them, something which caused them both to laugh. “You really are one in a million, Livy.” Landon said as she stood up. Livy stood and then took Landon’s hand as they started walking back to the car. It had been an incredibly strange day, one of the most stressful of Livy’s life and yet the outcome seemed to be better than she could’ve ever dreamed. She almost felt like skipping as she walked alongside Landon with a soggy diaper that would almost certainly need to be changed when they got home. “Do you think Daddy got up to much?” Livy asked idly as they reached the car. “With Robyn? Oh, I imagine so…” Landon said with a big toothy smile. --- If you have enjoyed this story then you may enjoy the start of my BRAND NEW story "What Emma Wants" about a young woman in a world where women are slower to gain their motor skills than men trying to beat the odds: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2454751

The escape is underway. Events are confused as Anna and Ryan are bundled away from the studio... but where are they going to go? --- 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 --- There was a flurry of orders. Anna was still lying underneath the heavy weight of whoever was lying on top of her as she listened to barked orders and then people running in multiple directions. In the distance she could hear sirens. She hoped Thorn knew what she was doing because she suspected the entirety of government’s might was going to fall about them. “Ryan?” Thorn’s voice was suddenly softer, “You may want to get off your wife.” “Huh? Oh, sorry.” Ryan started pushing himself up, “I didn’t know if there were going to be any more explosions.” “Lots more, I suspect.” Thorn said as she hurried around the car, “But we won’t be here to see them. Hurry up and get in.” With the weight of her husband no longer on her back, Anna scrambled into the car and sat down. Her poopy diaper slid against her skin, and she wished she had a way of getting changed. It felt wrong that, in the company of all these professionals, she was waddling around with a full load in her underwear. Anna slid to the far end of the seat and Ryan climbed in after her. Thorn was already turning on the engine as the door was closed. A second later the wheels were spinning and the car bumped over the various bits of brickwork as it sped down the street. Anna twisted around in her seat to look out the back window, she was just in time to see a couple of blacked out government cars skid to a halt. Men jumped out with handguns and started taking up positions. A couple of bullets were fired the car’s way, one sounding like it hit the bumper and the other missing entirely. The shock of the violence was numbing Anna. She couldn’t believe what was happening, struggling to comprehend that this was the day she had been witing for her whole life, the chance to finally get out of that god forsaken country. “Get down.” Ryan said as he belatedly pushed her down against the seat. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Anna repeated as she shrugged his hands away and sat back up, leaning to the side a little to keep her head low. The car skidded around a couple of corners as it hurriedly made its way to the edge of the city. Thorn, it turned out, was very good at dodging traffic and Anna had the impression that this wasn’t the first time she’d had to drive like a maniac. “We cut it pretty close back there.” Thorn said. She glanced in the rearview mirror, “They reacted faster than I expected.” “Are we safe?” Ryan asked. His voice was strained. “Not in the slightest.” Thorn replied simply. At that moment she swerved suddenly into oncoming traffic, weaving across lanes as cars spun and horns blared. Anna bumped against the door and held on as much as she could. How she wished she could’ve gotten a change, both of diaper and her dress. She felt ridiculous to be attempting the escape dressed as she was. “They will be tracking us as much as they can.” Thorn continued as the car ended up back on the right side of the road with a little more space, “Don’t worry we’ve got some plans.” Anna knew she needed to keep her head down, but she couldn’t resist looking out the window. There were electronic street signs, usually displaying advertisements, sometimes of herself, but now they all showed a very serious black screen with white text: “Ongoing Terrorist Attack: Find Shelter.” Thorn turned the car off the main street and started going down some smaller roads until she eventually screeched into an alley. The walls were so close that on several occasions they scraped against the door. Anna looked out the windscreen to see a woman up ahead. She was holding a rifle in the air and as the car approached, she pointed to the side. Thorn pushed hard on the brake and the car came to a very abrupt halt. “Get out.” Thorn said as she opened her door. “Where are we?” Anna asked. There was no answer. She pushed open the door of the car and stepped outside. There was a small turn in the alley, it looked like a dead end but there were several women there. They looked exhausted, a couple had bandages wrapped around them, many were smoking. “They hit us hard, Ma’am.” On of them said as Thorn approached. “I know.” Thorn replied, “What’s the situation?” The soldier started rattling off places and numbers, likely of casualties. Anna stood sheepishly to the side with Ryan partly shielding her. She felt stupid, dressed in the over-the-top dress and messy diaper whilst all around her were strong women in their fatigues. She wondered what they thought, to have to risk so much just for her. “Alright, we’ll switch to plan B.” Thorn said after hearing the latest updates, “Get yourselves out of the city, this place is going to be swarming with those bastards in minutes.” Anna was unsure of exactly how anyone was supposed to get anywhere. They were crowded into an alley, surrounded on all sides with tall buildings, and the car was blocking them in. That was until she saw one woman with long hair tied back into a tight ponytail use a crowbar to lift up the sewer cover in the middle of them all. “Good luck.” Thorn said. One by one the women lowered themselves into the sewer. At least it distracted from the smell coming from Anna, the longer they stayed in one place the more she noticed it. She didn’t know why her brain was focusing so much on the state of her diaper when she could still hear the sounds of distant gunshots, perhaps it was because something she could understand, and her brain could grab hold of, a worry that she was very used to. Only half the women were in the sewer when the sound of screeching tyres told them that they were no longer alone. There was barely half a second where nobody moved, then, as one, The Rose Resistance soldiers picked up their weapons and walked grimly forwards towards the car. The first one to reach the corner pushed herself so her back was flat against the wall, then she leaned round and levelled the rifle in one fluid motion and let off three deafening shots. They were met with a hail of gunfire in return. Most of the bullets smashing into the car they had arrived in, one of the tyres bursting loudly. “Come on!” Thorn yelled. The leader of The Rose Resistance grabbed Anna and unceremoniously shoved her to the hole in the ground. Anna looked down into the darkness below, then bent down, grabbed the edge of the manhole and lowered herself inside. At full stretch she didn’t quite reach the floor, she had to let go and dropped a foot or so on to the wet floor, a small platform next to the sewer current. She didn’t even want to think about what was under the waterline just next to her. As she looked up and down the tunnel, hearing the distant echoing calls of the soldiers that had dropped in before her, Ryan dropped next to her, and Thorn followed in double quick time. “We have to-…” Thorn started. There was a loud explosion from above them, the gunfire picked up in intensity. Thorn stared up at the shaft of light coming down. She looked anguished, like she wanted to be up there with her troopers. She swallowed and looked back at her two charges, “We have to keep moving!” The platform the three of them were standing on was only a few feet long. Just enough space for all the necessary dials and switches for maintenance work. Then there was a railing, and on the other side was the running water and God only knew what else. There was no time to be squeamish though. Thorn jumped over first. Fortunately, the water was only ankle deep at that moment. Ryan followed and Anna was the last over the railings just as there was another explosion above them. In the gloom, they all looked up as one of Thorn’s soldiers peeked down. She had a nasty cut across her forehead. “Go!” She yelled. She grunted as she lifted the heavy sewer cover and dropped it in to place. For a few seconds they were in darkness. Thorn was fiddling about with something in her pocket and turned on a flashlight. She nodded her head for the others to follow, and they began splashing their way through the sewer. Anna looked around at the dark walls, she didn’t consider herself to be claustrophobic, but she had to admit, with the way their thin beam of line bounced off the old bricks, she did get the impression of the walls closing in. “Hold on, I need to check something.” Thorn paused. And pulled out a map that had been folded up in her pocket. They had been walking for ten minutes. The sounds of urban combat had vanished. Ryan had asked if it meant the fighting was over, Thorn said that for their sake they had better hope not. It was more likely that they were completely insulated from the noise, underground in their tunnel, where all they could hear was themselves moving through the water and the occasionally scurrying rat. Anna shivered in the darkness. It wasn’t cold, but the oppressive atmosphere was getting to her. The further they moved down the tunnels, the more it started to feel like they would never leave them. It seemed that Thorn might’ve noticed how her two followers, less adept in survival than she, were struggling. “The longer we’re down here, the better.” Thorn said as if engaging in casual conversation, “They can’t track us down here.” “Can we get to the coast through here?” Ryan asked. “No.” Thorn replied, “The sewers become impassable long before leaving the city.” “Then how are we going to get there?” Ryan continued. The note of panic in his voice matched how Anna was feeling on the inside. “Just follow me.” Thorn said simply. They did so. Through the pitch-black tunnels. It felt to Anna like they might be journeying further and further downwards. With the darkness closing in behind them it was easy to believe they were descending deeper into the Earth than anyone had been before. It was doing nothing to help Anna’s feelings of being completely alone and adrift. “Ah ha.” Thorn said a few minutes later, “Here we are.” The three of them had come upon an access platform much like the one they had landed on when jumping in the sewer in the first place. This one appeared to have special meaning though, how Thorn could tell was mystery to Anna, it looked the same as all the others to her. She hoped that getting above ground would give them a chance to pause for just a minute. Her diaper area was getting increasingly itchy. Thorn climbed over the railing first and then helped Anna and Ryan. Before they had even taken a moment to catch their breath the leader of The Rose Resistance was climbing the ladder up to, presumably, a manhole cover. She paused just long enough to turn off her flashlight before pushing on the cover above her head. She grunted and growled, but it was only when Ryan climbed up next to her, awkwardly sharing the same rungs of the ladder, that they began to make progress. Once it was lifted slightly it was a lot easier to slide it away. Thorn was the first person to stick her head above ground, aiming the pistol she was carrying as she made sure the coast was clear. She climbed up the remaining steps and then helped Ryan up. Anna was the last of the three to leave the sewers and she sincerely hoped they wouldn’t be returning to them any time soon. It turned out that the manhole they had just exited was at the bottom of a multi-storey car park. Thorn was already walking between rows of vehicles; Anna was reduced to waddling to keep up. Just as she was about to ask where they were going, Thorn stopped in front of a large black van. The resistance leader bent down by the nearest wheelarch and reached behind the tyre. When her hand came back, she was holding a key. “Get in the back.” Thorn said as she pressed a button that presumably unlocked the doors. “Do we have time for me to change?” Anna asked rather hopefully. “Afraid not.” Thorn replied, “Government goons could descend on us at any second.” Anna climbed into the back of the van. There were a couple of wooden benches affixed to the walls, and between the back of the vehicle and the driving compartment there was a window. It suddenly struck Anna that it seemed very official, like she wouldn’t have been surprised to see Mr. Sawyer riding around in one. “Where did you get this?” Ryan asked as Thorn got into the front and started the engine. “It’s stolen.” Thorn replied proudly, “Used to be a police van.” The van started rolling. As she drove, Thorn started talking on the radio again. She had been out of contact whilst in the sewer and was now asking for situation reports. It was hard to tell if she was happy with what she was being told. “Are you OK?” Ryan asked Anna. “I think so.” Anna said, “Honestly, I think my brain is back at the studio still.” “I know what you mean.” Ryan was sitting on the opposite side of the van, but he leaned forwards and reached a hand out, gently stroking Anna’s knee. The windows in the back of the van were blacked out but Anna could just about see the outside world if she pressed her face against them. She watched them leave the car park, tyres squealing on the floor, and get back on the road. It seemed like they were in a less dense part of Kingston now, there was less traffic and no sounds of trouble. It was hard to know if that was a good thing or not. “We haven’t had a chance to thank you.” Anna said as they carried on down the road. With no one directly chasing them, the van was moving at a sedate pace. “We haven’t made it yet.” Thorn replied. “For trying.” Anna said with a shrug, “It’s more than I could’ve expected.” “Yeah, well, you know how to pay us back.” Thorn replied as she looked in the mirror, “We’ve used practically everything on this. I like to gamble, and this is one of the biggest. If it doesn’t pay off, well, let’s not worry about that right now. The point is, we need you to raise the profile of our struggle.” Anna still didn’t have a clue if she could manage such a thing, but she was certainly resolved to doing her best. Everything seemed to be remarkably calmer. Perhaps the plan had worked, maybe all the government forces were engaged in the centre of the city, in the confusion it would’ve been very easy to lose them. The van left the city and went into the suburbs. That was when Anna noticed something about the area they were driving through. “Wait… I know where we are.” Anna said slowly. “Uh huh.” Thorn grunted. “We’re near the house!” Anna cried out in excitement. “It’s the quickest route that isn’t blocked.” Thorn said distractedly. She was spending half her time looking at where she was going and the other half checking a map, “As far as I can tell anyway, information is getting a little hard to come by.” “Are the battles not going well?” Ryan asked. Thorn didn’t respond. Anna got the feeling that her rescuer was perhaps losing more people than she had expected. She at least hoped the troops weren’t being captured, she could imagine what their fate would be, it wasn’t one she would want for the people risking their lives for her. That was of secondary importance right then though. There was nothing she could do for the troops engaged in firefights, but there was one person she could save. “Go to the house.” Anna said as she slid up the bench until she was closer to Thorn. “No.” Thorn replied simply, “That’s just about the worst place we could go right now.” “Listen, we have to get Jane.” Anna pleaded, “I can’t leave her here. Once they work out what has happened, they will torture her!” “If they haven’t worked it out already.” Thorn countered, “If the word got out that we had pulled you two from the studio, where do you think they would look first?” “I know, but we’re already taking such a risk.” Anna said, “You said you like to gamble, right? You’ve taken a chance on me? You’ve asked us to trust you so many times, that includes Jane, I can’t abandon her, not when she’s so close.” The turning to the gated compound was up ahead. Thorn was still silent. “It will take literally seconds!” Anna exclaimed, “I’ll run in and grab her, bundle her in and we’ll go!” Anna was getting desperate. The van was still continuing on with no signs of slowing down. She thought about telling Thorn she would refuse to cooperate if she got out, but it was an empty threat, and she knew it. If there was a chance to take Sallas down, Anna would grab it with both hands. That left an even more drastic option. Her eyes lowered down to Thorn’s hip, where she saw the woman’s holster… “Anna, I’m sorry, but…” Thorn started. Anna didn’t have time to think. She had to act. It was her impulsiveness that had got her into trouble so many times in the past, maybe this was just another of them. She quickly reached down and grabbed the handle of Thorn’s pistol; she pulled it free of the holster and held it in shaking hands. She had never held a gun before; it was a lot heavier than she expected. “We are going to get Jane!” Anna said as she pointed the gun at Thorn. --- 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/mo5r01cnd9a4c630 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2449878

Livy's anxieties and panic get the best of her and she runs to find a place to hide. Unfortunately, Landon is not used to a Little who requires comfort, she's used to Robyn... Speaking of Robyn, after freaking out and running away from Dan, she finds herself holed up in the nursery. Dan, as sensitively as he can, comes to find out what's wrong. --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Livy was practically shaking by the time they reached Landon’s next stop. She felt exhausted. Her emotional walls had crumbled, the bricks had turned to dust and all that was left was a little girl waving a white flag as the invading armies surrounded her. The coping methods had failed. The attempt to prove she could be mature had failed. The hope of earning the respect of Landon had failed. More than anything in the world Livy wanted to go home. She was about to ask Landon if they could do just that when they had arrived at this, their apparent final stop. Landon was now smiling at Livy as she pointed at an admittedly gorgeous dress in the window. “What girls’ day out would be complete without some clothes shopping!” Landon said. Livy couldn’t even muster a smile. Her brain had seized up and all she could do was operate on instinct. She was less a person and more an automaton following instructions. Landon lingered for a second before turning and opening the door for Livy. “Now we aren’t rich, but if you see something you like, let me know.” Landon said, “We can probably make it happen.” Livy walked inside. Normally getting out of public would bring Livy some solace from her anxiety, as she walked inside and looked around, she felt no relief at all. It was like an alien world; this shop was nothing like the chain stores that Livy usually browsed. It all looked so expensive that Livy was afraid to touch anything lest she ruin it. Even walking on the carpet felt like a risk none of them should be taking. The music playing over the speakers wasn’t particularly loud, but the bassline seemed to be causing Livy’s head to vibrate. It felt hard to think. There were a lot of people in there too, making it feel crowded even though it was a large store. Livy was being bombarded by the voices of them all, as if each one was a separate nail on a chalkboard. It was too bright. Lights seemed to cover the whole ceiling, and they were dazzling, making the colours of the clothes seem much more vibrant. Livy looked at the carpet as her heart hammered. She looked down at her hand and saw it trembling, she quickly grabbed it with the other one. “I want you to look at this.” Landon said as she walked past Livy and into the store. Livy followed automatically but without looking up from the floor. It felt like the further into the store she walked, the louder the sensations became. Every nerve had become ultra-sensitive to the point that even her clothes rubbing on her skin was making her feel sick. “Don’t you think this would look wonderful on you?” Landon asked as she unhooked a light purple dress from the rack. “I…” Livy couldn’t say any more than that. She had looked up at the desk and instantly become dizzy. “Ooh, actually, THAT looks even better!” Landon said as she unhooked another nearby dress, this one white with large black spots. The music seemed to have been turned up. She could feel every pore in her skin sweating, to the point that her hair was becoming matted to her forehead. Her diaper was starting to feel very wet, but she knew she hadn’t wet it recently. Thinking about her diaper was a huge mistake for Livy. As soon as her mind turned to her underwear it started to feel bigger and bulkier, more obvious than anything in the world. Livy took a step backwards as a fresh wave of panic threatened to topple her. That girl waving the white flag was looking up at a soldier raising a sword above his head. “Well, do you like it?” Landon asked. She was looking at the dress. Livy wasn’t sure if she’d turned away from it since picking it up. Livy just stared, unable to process anything. It felt like she was literally melting down. The only thing her brain would think about was getting out of the situation as soon as possible. Everything else was secondary. “Landon? I thought that was you!” A voice from behind Landon said. Landon turned around and hung the hanger back on the rack as she enthusiastically greeted someone she apparently knew. Livy was turning and heading for the exit of the store before she even realised it was happening. Her brain had lost all reason and was looking for a way to get Livy out of the situation. Everything and everyone were a threat. She couldn’t do it. She needed to get out of there. She needed Dan. Landon hated her. Everyone hated her. “Miss, let me guess… Looking for something for a party?” A young man, an employee, had stepped in front of Livy and stopped her from leaving. Livy opened her mouth, but she didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything. She was frozen. Part of her was glad that she couldn’t speak because if she did, she was almost sure she would be screaming for her Daddy. “Let me show you something I think you’ll like.” The man said as he held out his arms to guide Livy. Livy almost fell over as the world spun around her. It was too much. Everyone wanted too much. Couldn’t they see that she couldn’t think? Couldn’t they see she was just a pathetic baby? Like the automaton she had become, Livy followed the man’s instructions until he held up a dress. This one was strapless and a deep red, something seen on movie stars and models, not people like Livy. “What do you think?” The man asked with a toothy grin. The man had perfect teeth. Livy couldn’t stop staring. Her own teeth weren’t good, certainly not like this man’s. He’d asked her a question and yet she couldn’t stop focusing on the man’s teeth. Another symbol of her inferiority. Landon had great teeth. The man had asked her a question, hadn’t he? Why couldn’t Livy remember it when it had only been seconds ago? Was she losing her mind? It felt like she was. “Miss?” The man’s teeth disappeared as his smile faltered. Livy had stumbled back into the rack behind her. She looked at the man. He was nothing more than another example of how she couldn’t function in the real world. A simple conversation that happened a million times a day all over the world and Livy couldn’t cope. She couldn’t cope. She couldn’t cope. SHE COULDN’T COPE! Livy turned and ran. She was letting out a long noise high-pitched but quiet noise. A whine that threatened to turn into a scream at any second. She reached the door and looked outside. It looked so busy. She couldn’t face it. There was no safe place. Livy was completely unmoored, lost in a stormy sea and she was going to drown at any moment. Livy turned on the spot until she saw a circular rack. Without thinking for a second, she dived past the dresses and practically collapsed in the small space in the middle. She dropped on to her butt with her knees in front of her and hugged them close to her chest. She tried to make herself as small as a human could be and buried her face against her legs to hide from the world. She sobbed. Where was Dan? She needed him. She needed to be cuddled and taken home. The world outside felt like it was crushing down upon her. The curtain of clothes that surrounded her was all that was keeping the monsters at bay. She trembled and kept her face hidden. No one disturbed her, and she was very thankful for that. One, maybe two, minutes passed, and Livy was alone. “In there?” Landon’s voice caused Livy’s heart to race. “I believe so, ma’am.” The employee said, “She just sort of… ran in there.” Livy needed her hiding place. It was almost pleasant in there. She was hidden from the lights and the wall of fabric seemed to dampen the noise a bit. Footsteps approached the clothes, Livy knew they were Landon’s. She scooted back as far as the small space would allow until she was causing the dresses behind her to bulge out. The dresses in front of Livy parted and Landon looked in on her, she looked very frustrated. Behind her there was a crowd, people who had no doubt seen Livy acting so strangely. “What are you doing?” Landon’s voice had an edge it didn’t have earlier in the day. “I don’t… I can’t…” The small respite had given Livy some of her brainpower back, it wasn’t enough to form full sentences though. “Get out of there.” Landon said as she held the dresses apart and made a space. Livy looked out at the bright lights, the loud noises, and the staring people. She felt the panic threatening to boil over yet again. She shook her head and lowered her face to her knees so that just her eyes were poking up over the top. “No? What do you mean “no”?” Landon asked. She stood up and Livy could see her lifting a hand up to her face, presumably trying to work out what was going on with her. There were a few seconds where Livy though maybe she would get her wish and be left alone. Then Landon leaned back down. Her face had hardened; she looked more like a particularly serious teacher than anything else. “Livy.” Landon said with a note of warning. Her voice remained low so she wouldn’t be overheard, “Do you want a spanking right here?” Livy felt her stomach flip. She hated spankings. The thought of the humiliation had her on the verge of hyperventilating. Her arms clutched her knees so tightly that her fingers were turning right. She just stared up at Landon like a frightened animal. Landon waited a few seconds and then closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. “Why are you being so embarrassing?” Landon asked with clear frustration. It was almost a throwaway comment. Not one meant to mean anything, just an expression of frustration. Livy knew that. She also knew that the moment she heard those words coming from Landon it felt like someone had opened the door and let all the emotions come charging into her brain. The little girl in her head saw the man with the sword slicing down at her. Livy burst into tears so suddenly it seemed to make Landon jump. The emotions she had desperately fought to hide the whole morning poured out of her in sobs that were so long and hard that she could barely breathe. Landon’s face turned to one of concern and shock. It didn’t matter. It was over. Livy had to get out of there; it wasn’t safe. Livy scrambled to her feet and pushed past Landon, feeling fingers trying to grab her arm, and ran straight for the door. She pushed it open with such power that the handle nearly broke the window. Livy didn’t care though. She was crying harder than she had in a very long time and running down the pavement. --- Robyn closed the door to the nursery. She was breathing hard as she backed away from it. She didn’t know what was happening. She couldn’t stop shaking and it felt like her stomach was somehow floating up towards her throat. There was an energy coursing through her that demanded to be burned off. She started pacing up and down the room as she tried to get her racing mind to slow down. “Think…” Robyn said to herself, “Just… think.” The spanking was incredible. It had been a long time since Robyn had been spanked by a man, it was certainly the first time it had happened in a scenario she was comfortable with. The first time anyone other than Landon had punished her for a long time. Robyn had initially been shocked that Dan could do what he did. She wasn’t scared by him or worried he would really hurt her, but she had all but given up the idea that he might have had a domineering side. Just when she felt she had him sussed out he pulled something totally unexpected out of the bag. Her backside was stinging and throbbing, and she was as wet as she ever had been before. Then Robyn had turned around and seen… Robyn felt her heart race again as she continued to wear out the carpet in a line between the crib and the window. Men had always intimidated her. There had been incidents of men taking advantage of her when in Little space from the moment she knew what Little space was. Men who saw her being submissive as being open season to do whatever they wanted to her, safe words be damned. The only reason Dan hadn’t freaked out before was that Landon vouched for him, and Robyn trusted Landon more than anyone. Even being changed by him was fine after seeing him change Livy so often. She had learnt to trust him despite his gender. But then she saw… Robyn swallowed hard. She felt confused and scared. In her mind, Dan had been safe because he was basically sexless, he had done all the things you do with Littles and not gotten visibly aroused or taken things too far with Livy. When Robyn first moved in, she was very shy around Dan, it took a long time for her to become confident with him. Only Landon really knew the reasons it was nearly always Landon changing her, on the few occasions it was Dan she always made sure Landon was there, just in case. Robyn had made Landon promise not to tell anyone else, just to let her deal with it. Robyn got to the point where she was comfortable alone with Dan, comfortable being Little around, comfortable being bratty. She had been giddy about being spanked by him. Then she saw… “But you wanted it.” said a voice in Robyn’s head, “Even now, you want it” Robyn hadn’t stopped pacing. She lowered a hand between her legs. Yes, she still wanted it. But when she saw Dan being aroused something made her get up and run away. She had been egging him on, wiggling her ass at him and encouraging him, even when he slid his finger between her lips. If she could let him do that, why had seeing the bulge in his pants done this to her. It was like a curse. Robyn was interested in men, at least theoretically, she’d never had full sex with one. Not even the men who had taken advantage of her when she was younger took it that far. She had always wanted to know what having a man inside her would feel like, and she thought Dan could be that man, right up until the moment it felt like it might become real. “Robyn?” Dan’s voice came from the door and was followed by some knocks. “I’m… I’m in here.” Robyn answered as she continued to pace. She knew it was a stupid response as soon as she said it, he was knocking on the door, presumably he knew she was inside. “May I come in?” Dan asked. Robyn nodded her head. Then she realised Dan couldn’t see her and called out in the affirmative. She didn’t look over as the door open and Dan slid in almost silently, he left the door open behind him, presumably to give her a place to go if she felt the need to bolt again. Dan was so thoughtful. “Robyn, I’m… God, I’m so sorry.” Dan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “I thought you wanted… I can’t believe what I did. I can’t believe I spanked you so hard, that I HURT you. Then I… I…” Robyn was hearing what Dan was saying, but she didn’t feel able to respond. Her mind wouldn’t settle down and it was still bouncing from subject to subject. She couldn’t stop thinking of the spanking, more of which she craved despite the pain. She kept thinking about Dan’s crotch, and what she had almost seen. But most of all, Robyn couldn’t stop thinking about how horny she was despite all the turmoil that felt like a whirlwind in her head. Robyn reached the crib on one of her many laps and she finally stopped. She turned her back to the bars and then slid down until she was sitting on the floor. She looked out at the room and saw Dan looking at her uneasily. She suddenly realised that she was completely naked whilst he was fully clothed, she smiled and looked down at the carpet. Dan started to slowly edge across towards her as if she was a wild animal that he was trying to catch. Robyn stayed where she was, her mind still thinking about Dan’s pants and, to be precise, what was under them. Dan continued to say sorry and ask if Robyn was OK as he made slow progress towards her. Robyn didn’t look up. She didn’t like the apologies at all. She wasn’t used to it. If Landon were there and Robyn had freaked out like this, she was sure that Landon would’ve known that what she needed was to be told what to do, maybe get held down, definitely confront the turmoil and figure it out. When Robyn had first opened up about some of the more troubled parts of her past, she’d started feeling a little like this, but Landon had seen it coming. They talked about it whilst Robyn was spanked with a paddle. Landon had said she saw that Robyn needed to let her emotions out but that talking about what had happened wasn’t doing it. Being spanked allowed Robyn to cry as they talked about things that hurt her. When they cuddled, it was as aftercare from a quite intense session, not as therapy. Dan had finally crossed the room and, leaving plenty of space, sat down against the crib as well. Robyn couldn’t help herself; she snuck a glance sideways at his waist. It seemed that he had calmed down since the spanking. Robyn felt strangely disappointed. “I’m sorry.” Dan said again. Robyn was so confused by her reaction in the master bedroom that she still didn’t respond. Answering Dan seemed to be pretty low on her list of priorities compared to working out just what had happened. “I know I’ve ruined everything but… could you at least tell me that you’re alright?” Dan asked tentatively, “Do you want me to call Landon or…?” “I’m… I think I’m alright.” Robyn replied quietly. Dan’s first sentence had almost been like an order and that seemed to focus her mind a little. It certainly cut through the maelstrom of thoughts in a way that the apologies hadn’t. “Can I hug you?” Dan asked after a few seconds. Robyn was back to not responding. It seemed strange to her that he would ask. He was the dominant, wasn’t he? If he wanted to hug her, he could just do it. That’s what all the other guys did. Dan may have been a nice guy, but he was still a guy. Robyn didn’t want to be asked things like that, she wanted people to make those decisions for her, she just wanted it to be people she trusted doing things that wouldn’t hurt her. Well, that wouldn’t hurt her more than she wanted at least. “Livy says I’m a great cuddler.” Dan said after a small silence that seemed to stretch out, “One of the best…” After Robyn remained silent, Dan slowly shifted his position until he was closer to her. Robyn could see him moving bit by bit, giving her all the time in the world to stop him if she wanted to. She didn’t really move. Not even when Dan’s arm went around her shoulders, she didn’t flinch as she was gently leaned against Dan’s side, the other arm coming around and basically enclosing her. Dan WAS good at cuddles. Robyn could immediately understand why Livy reacted so well to them, how they fixed whatever was making her sad or anxious. Dan’s arms felt strong, he brought you into close proximity until you could feel his body heat and smell his skin. He seemed to block out everything that the outside world could throw at you. Yes, Robyn understood well that Livy very often needed exactly that. Robyn also knew that she didn’t. If Dan was expecting Robyn to suddenly open up to him about what was going on he was sorely disappointed. Robyn wasn’t going to claim her eyes didn’t get a bit teary, but she didn’t burst into tears like she thought Dan was expecting. She simply leaned against Dan and enjoyed the warmth on her naked body. She was only there for a few seconds, though it felt longer, before she pulled away. She remained where she was, right next to Dan, but free of his embrace. “Thanks.” Robyn said rather emotionlessly. Dan pulled his arms away and looked at the floor in the centre of the room. Robyn could practically see the gears turning in his head. She knew what he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t find a way of bringing it up without risking her running away again. She took a deep breath. She focused on the stinging in her butt; it was that pain more than the cuddle that was going to make her open up. She pressed herself into the carpet to feel the bruising. “When I was eighteen, just a couple of months after my birthday, I went to see a Daddy.” Robyn said. Her voice was quiet but in the silent room it still seemed to echo around them, “I made basically every mistake you can think of.” Robyn shifted so she was facing Dan. Not just to talk to him, but also because she wanted to be seen by him. Despite it all, she was still very horny from the spanking, every radiating pulse of pain from her butt seeming to kindle the fires right behind her private area. Dan turned to mirror her position, his legs crossed. “I was young and stupid. We met at his house, in the city, and I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. To be frank, I was terrified that my parents would find out what I was up to.” Robyn continued, “We didn’t meet in a public place, and no one knew where I was. We didn’t set up boundaries or safe words. I was too excited and stupid for all that.” “Oh…” Dan wasn’t as immersed in the kink world as Robyn, but he could clearly see the errors a mile away. “So, I showed up, he invited me in, and we got straight to it.” Robyn said, “He put me in a diaper, fed me dinner, it was everything I wanted. Then he said I’d been naughty, I can’t remember why, not sure if it was something I did or if he was making something up. Regardless, he spanked me. Now, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I don’t mind being spanked.” Dan let out a little chuckle as Robyn let a smile curl her lips for a second before continuing. “He took it further than I wanted.” Robyn said, “I cried.” “Robyn, I…” Dan started. “No. You’re spanking didn’t do this.” Robyn quickly clarified, “No, I loved that. I knew my safe word, if I wanted to stop you I would’ve.” Dan nodded his head. “I cried, and I asked him to stop. Then I told him to stop. Then I begged him to stop.” Robyn’s voice shook a little, “By the time he finally let me up I had nearly passed out. His idea of aftercare was getting me a bottle and leaving me in the bed. I spent the weekend there, after that spanking it wasn’t fun anymore, but I didn’t leave.” “Did he…?” Dan started. Tailing off before he finished saying what Robyn already knew he was going to ask. “No.” Robyn shook her head, “He didn’t do anything else. In fact, the rest of my time there he was lovely. You would have had no idea that I could barely sit for a week because of him.” Robyn took a breath. “I kind of got a skewed idea of what the Big – Little dynamic was supposed to be from that.” Robyn said, “I didn’t see that Daddy again, but I did have “dates” with three others before I turned nineteen, and they all had problems with boundaries. The issue was that I had no idea I should expect more from them, that I had to assert myself. Hell, that I had to protect myself. All things considered I was very lucky.” Robyn looked up from the floor and straight at Dan for the first time since he walked in. He seemed almost more upset than she was. “I would never have overstepped the boundaries.” Dan said. “I know.” Robyn replied with a smile, “And it took a lot of time and effort from my therapist and Landon to get me in a position where I could trust you like I do. To hell with it, I may as well tell you everything.” “Only if you want.” Dan said quickly. “The truth is, I’ve only ever been with women before.” Robyn could feel a slight blush creeping up her cheek, “But I’ve always been very curious about guys. I’ve never slept with a man, I’ve never trusted a man until I met you. Why did I run away? I don’t know. I think, in that split second when I saw you getting ready, I… just had this instinctive reaction that I needed to get out. A lot of stuff that I wasn’t expecting came up.” “I understand.” Dan reached forwards and held Robyn’s hands, “Look, I was reading your body language and thought you wanted more. I wasn’t really thinking…” “No, you were right.” Robyn said simply, “I did want more. I mean, I DO want more.” There was an awkward silence. Robyn didn’t know if she was going too far. She was sure Dan was confused about what she wanted. After taking so long to basically goad Dan into being dominant earlier, Robyn was under no illusions that the ship may already have sailed, especially if Dan thought she was too delicate. An idea she hated for others to think of her. “Can I give you another cuddle?” Dan asked cautiously. “I don’t need a cuddle.” Robyn said. “Are you sure? Like I said, Livy thinks…” Dan started. “In a lot of ways, me and Livy are VERY different people.” Robyn smiled, “I love the girl, but what she needs and what I need are often very different things.” “OK, what do you need?” Dan asked. Robyn looked Dan in the eyes. She wondered if she was going to suggest what she really wanted to do. She couldn’t be certain she wouldn’t just freak out again, she didn’t think she would, but she didn’t think she was going to run away the first time either. She swallowed and licked her lips. “I… I want to experiment.” Robyn said, “With you.” Dan’s eyes widened and he stammered a few mumbled lines. Robyn had to admit the way he got flustered was very cute. He may not have often been the most dominant Daddy of all time, but he could see exactly why Livy fell head over heels in love with him. “I don’t know…” Dan reached a hand around to the back of his neck and looked down. Whether it was at the floor or Robyn’s vagina, she couldn’t be sure, “I’m worried about what Livy and Landon would think… And after everything that just happened, everything you told me… I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything.” “First of all, you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. What I’ve been trying to say is that you are nothing like those other guys and that’s one of the things I love about you.” Robyn said. Robyn realised she used the word “love” and whilst she wasn’t saying she loved Dan directly, the implication was there. She saw that Dan noticed it too, his eyes widened a little. She could only imagine what he was thinking. “Second of all… We are a polycule, silly.” Robyn said. Some of her playfulness recovering as the panic attack subsided, “They would be happy for us. Heck, I hope Landon and Livy end up in bed together too!” Dan’s eyes looked set to pop out of his head for a second. He leaned back and chuckled. Robyn understood it was difficult to feel like you weren’t cheating, or that the others wouldn’t be upset, but their relationship was supposed to be open with one another. They should be comfortable sleeping with anyone else in the relationship and Robyn had slept with all of them… except Dan. “And third of all… I’m not like Livy. Cuddling and some quiet time helps her to feel better, I know that. That’s not how I work though. I need the hard stuff to help me process things.” Robyn said, “A cuddle and playing with toys is nice but it’s not what I NEED.” Dan shifted in his seat. It was clear he was being won over, not that much convincing was necessary. Robyn already knew Livy would be fine with it, and Landon hadn’t expressly told Robyn to go for it, but it was pretty clear she’d be happy for them. Robyn wasn’t lying about what she needed either. She loved Livy, but she wasn’t like her, she needed things to be very different. Her Little space was markedly different from Livy’s. “Which is why I want to… experiment.” Robyn continued, “I’ve been curious about guys since I started having sexual thoughts, and you are the best guy there is.” “Just so we’re clear… We aren’t talking about cuddles?” Dan said. His mouth twitching in a smile, “Seriously, I don’t want another miscommunication or anything, so just tell me straight up what you want.” Robyn got on to her knees and sidled forwards until her body was practically pressing against Dan’s. She reached out a hand and placed it on the crotch of Dan’s pants, feeling the already semi-erect cock underneath and feeling a surge of excitement in her lower belly. “I need to be fucked.” Robyn said in a voice only a little louder than a whisper. Dan almost audibly swallowed as Robyn bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes. She could almost see a little bit of that controlled dominance, the tamed wildness that had spanked her earlier, appearing behind Dan’s eyes and she loved it. Dan’s hands went out and took Robyn’s. “Language, young lady.” Dan said in a deeper and huskier voice than anything that had preceded it. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the CONCLUSION RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mo1ayen2def54c8 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2446010