LittleFallenPrincess

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Chapter 15: Crimes Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Mentions of Self Harm/Suicide ------------------------------- Ceres’ jaw dropped. I don’t think she knew about this plan the Headmistress had. And I assume she’s about to start panicking… because of me. “That’s right! We’re going to go around the room, telling everyone why you are here and why you are in need of a new start, why you’re being raised as babies again…” the Headmistress said, sounding sadistically cheery about this whole fucked up thing. She sounded like a stereotypical villain at this point. Surely she knows about my situation right? Surely it would be a bit… morbid… a bit awkward… If I was to share why I’m in here… right? And by the look on Ceres’ face… I think I’m right. Ceres was about to move towards the door, to speak up, when the other Nannies grabbed her arm and started saying something to her, stopping her from coming in and preventing the Headmistress’ plans. So my heart sank as the Headmistress spun around and pointed… at the girl with long jet-black hair and blue eyes. “You,” she snapped at the poor girl. The girl froze still, not knowing what to say. “I… Umm… I’m A… A… Ava…” she replied, sounding extremely nervous right now. I mean… I don’t blame her, being put on the spot like that. “And tell us a bit about yourself, Ava…” “I like… hiking… and… umm… fashion…” “And why are you in here?” “Why… why do they need to know?” she asked the Headmistress. The Headmistress didn’t like anyone talking back to her like that, despite the quivering voice of the clearly terrified girl. “Because… the sooner you accept who you were… the sooner you can accept who you can be!” I guess in her fucking head it made a bit of sense, but this poor girl was clearly terrified of telling people. “I…” “NOW, Ava! Or do you want time in isolation?” I could see the Nannies look a bit concerned from outside the room, all looking in, their eyebrows all raising in unison. Every single Nanny too. “I… was reckless… with my car…” “And?” “I… endangered people… hurt someone… I…” Ava began sobbing uncontrollably. Thankfully one of the other girls, the one with a bright blue sidecut, brought her in for a huge hug, even moving her bean bag closer to hers. Either they’ve bonded closely over the past three weeks in the girl’s playroom, or they share a nursery and Nanny. “Now, you.” I was on the other side of Ava, and the Headmistress had picked the sidecut girl next, clearly wanting to go around clockwise… which meant I was last. I’m not sure if this was better or worse. I guess if you get it over and done with, that’s it… done… you can process things and move on. Having to wait… just made it more terrifying. “Poppy,” replied the sidecut girl. “Music and art. Indecent exposure.” Poppy said it almost like she was proud of it… or at the very least that she didn’t give a fuck. “What… Did you do?” asked Rowan, curiosity getting the better of him. “Protested topless in the streets. A… few too many times. Almost became a rush for me… So yeah… I understand why I’m in here…” Poppy replied, shrugging. “I’m Jess,” said the next girl, the one with a brown shoulder-length bob and green eyes, sounding less confident than the previous one. “I… assaulted someone. Was due to be sentenced for it… then I was grabbed.” The blonde girl next to her quickly spoke up, the one with dazzling blue eyes. “Sophia. Same.” “Wait… same?” Ollie asked, sounding as confused as we all were. “So you just also happened to have assaulted someone?” “It was the same person we assaulted, actually… we’re girlfriends…” “They took in a pair of lesbians who assaulted someone?” Ollie couldn’t hold in his laughter very well, with a few giggles escaping his mouth. “Yeah, and?” Sophia snapped back at my nursery-mate, almost threateningly, raising her eyebrow at the boy. “I… nothing… just… that’s cool…” he mumbled, quickly backing down after realising he had no chance against her. “What about hobbies?” Rowan asked. “You didn’t mention any.” “Oh… umm… beating up assholes who try to hurt my girlfriend?” Sophia replied, scaring everyone, including me, a little. “Moving on…” the Headmistress interrupted, before sighing, trying to get the ball rolling again. “Maria,” the redhead sighed. “Vandalism. Was fun. Got in trouble. I'm here now. Whatever. Oh and I like football. Whatever.” “That’s a lot of whatevers…” Ollie whispered to me, grinning. And now we’re at the final girl, the only one wearing the long sleeve top with her shortalls. The others were wearing what looked like t-shirts, but from experience I had a feeling they were probably short-sleeved onesies. Ella. It must be her, right? Ceres mentioned a girl in our year called Ella, the one who worked out the Roman Goddess thing before me. This must be her… and I was excited to hear her speak. …But she didn’t. She just sat there, and took a deep breath. Maria nudged her a bit, as if she was showing her her support… …And then Ella raised her hands… And began signing something. “Oh shit, she’s deaf?” Ollie blurted out, making Ella stop whatever she was saying, causing her to retreat and go ‘silent’ again. “Yes, Oliver… and it would do you a great pleasure in being a bit more tactful than that,” the Headmistress scolded him. “I… sorry. I didn’t mean any offence!” This seemed to please Ella, who smiled over at him, then over at me. God… this girl was gorgeous. Long brown hair that seemed to go on forever, gorgeous blue eyes that you could lose yourself in… the cutest face that just made me want to… “Ella? Why don’t you use your board?” the Headmistress suggested. Nodding, Ella reached over to her side and grabbed a small whiteboard and a marker, along with one of those big erasers shaped like a brick that were specifically for these boards, and began writing. After hastily jotting something down, she turned the board to the rest of the group. “Hi! I’m Ella. I like reading. I’m here because I…” But after that, it was just squiggles. “Ella… don’t hide it. Tell us why you’re here…” the Headmistress growled at her. Ella looked like she was about to cry, and if the Nannies weren’t going to do anything about it, I certainly was… …But before I could speak up and object, Ella sighed and rolled up her long sleeve top to reveal a bunch of scars on her arms, looking extremely guilty, avoiding eye contact with everyone. She… she’s like me… The girls all wrapped their arms around the crying girl, showing their support, before the Headmistress cleared her throat to indicate to everyone to return to their seats. “Right. That’s the girls done. As for the boys… Well seeing as the other three aren’t here to speak for themselves… Jack is a misogynistic piece of crap who hounds girls and has bullied some into attempting suicide.” “Jesus fuck…” Ollie said, earning himself a bit of dummy time within seconds. If he hadn’t said it, I definitely would have. The speed in which the Headmistress bent down and shoved his dummy in his mouth was amazing. Damn… I knew Jack was bad… but fucking hell… “Harry loves to send dick pics to women. Despite his… lack of material.” The Headmistress was not pulling any punches with these three… “And Frankie is a serial cheater… but that isn’t the main reason he’s here. He also likes to rob people of their possessions, often targeting those who are vulnerable. Now… Rowan… do you want to go next?” “I… umm… okay? Hi… I’m Rowan… I… I like anime. And… I got caught on drug possession…” “What drugs?” Ollie asked from behind his dummy, his words muffled slightly. “Just weed. And a few other things… I… it helped me deal with stuff…” “Hey no judgement here…” Poppy said, shrugging. Clearly she was no stranger to things like that. Me… I’ve never tried anything, but always kinda wanted to. Just never really had the opportunity. “Ollie… are you going to be a good boy and not resort to swear words?” the Headmistress said, turning to my nursery-mate. “Uh huh… Sowwy…” “Good boy,” she replied, taking the dummy out of his mouth for him. “Go ahead…” “I’m Oliver. Though I guess you can call me Ollie… I umm… I like video games. And apparently getting drunk and doing stupid stuff… god this sounds like one of those meetings…” Everyone laughed, causing Ollie’s tense shoulders to relax a bit. I was glad he was opening up a bit more to everyone. I was worried we wouldn't bond as a big group, or that maybe he’d be awkward in front of the girls which would then ruin it for me… but he’s fine. “Mr Williams…” I froze in fear. It was finally my turn. I… umm… how do I put it? I can’t just blurt it all out, right? But then the girls reacted nicely to Ella’s situation… Maybe people will be understanding? “I won’t warn you again, Mr Williams…” the Headmistress growled. ‘Please stop calling me that. Noah is bad enough. That name… ugh…’ “Noah. Williams…” she growled even louder this time, sounding even more stern and terrifying than before. I tried to speak… I really did. I tried just blurting it all out… but my brain couldn’t make the words come out. It was as if something was physically stopping me from speaking. This wasn’t new to me, I had experienced this my whole life. I’m not good with this much pressure. I freeze up. I’m useless. And the longer I struggled… the more pissed off the Headmistress seemed to get. “HEADMISTRESS!” Ceres roared from across the room, as she stomped heavily across the soft carpeted floor. “Please don’t interrupt me, Nanny Ceres… Let Noah finish…” “You can’t do this to him,” Ceres snarled at the Headmistress. “I can, and I will, and it would help you to remember your place…” “No. Back off him. Now…” The Headmistress seemed taken aback by this defiance. Was this the first time any Nanny has ever stood up to her? “How dare…” “No, how dare you! Noah is MY charge. And I brought him here for a reason. If he is ready to share that reason, then that’s one thing. But I won’t have you ruin my progress with him, ruin his trust in me even more… by pushing him to reveal something he isn’t comfortable revealing!” Ceres sounded so defensive about me. Maybe… maybe she did care? Maybe… maybe I was wrong to question her trust. My heart filled with respect for my Nanny, it was nice having someone in my corner again. I hadn’t had anyone stand up for me like this since… well… my Mum. The Headmistress was lost for words as she began looking around the room. First at the other Nannies standing outside the room, then at us boys, then at the girls, before she sighed and raised her head up high. “Fine. I heard he was a special case… I’ll defer to your judgment. But don’t dare question me l-” Before the Headmistress could finish her sentence, a voice I wasn’t expecting shot out, interrupting her. “I’ll tell them.” I even shocked myself with that little outburst of my own. I don’t even know where that voice came from, but I blurted it out in front of everyone, and now I quickly regretted it. All eyes were on me again, including the Headmistress’ and Ceres’. “Noah, you don’t have to. You’re a special case here, sweetie. You can tell them when you’re ready,” Ceres said to me softly, trying to comfort me. “I… I’m ready though,” I replied. To be completely honest, I was fucking terrified right now. I was mostly just running on the good feelings I got from Ceres standing up for me. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready…” Sophia added. “We’ll understand!” “Thanks. I’m fine though. I… Hi… I’m… I’m Noah. And umm… I like video games. And I… I…” This was it. The big reveal for everyone. “And the night before we arrived here… I… tried to kill myself.” Ceres dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around me. The girls all crawled over, all six of them, and created a little cuddle puddle around me and Ceres, even Maria, who had seemed a bit… standoffish at first. The only ones who weren’t showing me their support and love were the Headmistress, who just walked out awkwardly without saying another word… and my friends. Rowan kinda just watched from his chair, mouth agape… and Ollie… Well, as soon as the Headmistress was gone, Ollie disappeared too. Which made me worry… did… Did I scare him off? Is he worried he’s been stuck with the ‘psycho who tried to kill himself’ or whatever? Did I ruin my friendship with him because I wanted to be honest? I guess for now, I’d have to wait and ask him later when I can find him. Because I don’t think any of these women will let me go anytime soon. “Right. Big cuddle puddle whilst we watch a movie!” Sophia shouted. “Noah gets to choose the movie! Rowan, you coming?” “I… sure!” he replied, nervously. And whilst the girls one by one removed themselves from the current cuddle puddle, grabbing their bean bag chairs and forming one big sofa thing close together in front of the large TV, I looked around for Ollie… but I couldn’t find him. “Noah? You okay?” Ceres whispered, when it was just me and her left. “I… yeah…” “That took a lot of guts. I’m proud of you.” “You… you stood up for me…” “I always will. I’m sorry I didn’t do so well with that thing with Jack. But from now on, I’m here. I’m team Noah all the way!” she said, smiling at me, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Where… where’s Ollie?” “I… don’t know. Why don’t you get cuddled up with your new friends, and I’ll go find him?” “I hope I’ve not… scared him off…” “Sweetie, you haven’t. And if anything is bothering him… I’ll have a talk with him, okay? He’ll be back with you in no time. You just snuggle up and pick out something good for you all to watch, okay baby?” “...Fank you Nanny…” “D’aww, you precious little angel. Don’t you ever worry about the Headmistress either. I think she’s going to get a few words later… and not nice ones…” “Why is she like that?” I asked. “She needs to be. But I think she went a bit too far this time. Right, you be a good boy, okay? Don’t flirt with all the girls, and I’ll be back soon.” I giggled as she stood back up and walked off, in search of Ollie. So I grabbed my bean bag, the only one not in the new arrangement, and shuffled it over to join the group waiting for me. And as I did, they parted their bean bag chairs so I could sit in the middle with mine, surrounded by all my new friends. ====================================================== Nanny Ceres to the rescue :3 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 14: Friends Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Okay so the bruise wasn’t that bad, it turns out. Just a minor one near my eye. Not to say that isn’t didn’t fucking hurt at the time, but thanks to whatever medicine they’ve got here, I wasn’t in pain for very long, though whatever they did give me left me a little loopy for the rest of the day. The incident made Ceres very protective of me, she barely left my side. Even as we all went back to our nursery, with Rowan joining us in ours for the first time, she carried me in her arm as she pushed the other two in the stroller. And then when she put the other two down in the playpen, she held onto me tightly in the rocking chair, stroking my hair and being very hands-on. Again… this wasn’t removing her from my bad books… but hey, I’m not going to turn it down. I… kinda like it. Jack was in ‘isolation’, whatever that is. He was facing punishment for what he did, and so after a few days, when the Nannies felt it was safe for us to return to the playroom… Jack was nowhere to be seen. At least for the rest of the week. Then at the start of week… four… I think?... Jack finally returned… with thick mittens on his hands. “Great… just give the guy boxing gloves…” I said, rolling my eyes at Ceres, who was standing outside, carefully watching them reintegrate Jack back into our ‘group’. “Do they really think he can’t hurt us with those thick mittens?” Rowan replied, quietly shaking in fear. Rowan had joined Ollie and I again, quickly becoming our close friend in this shithole. Frankie and Harry, without their leader to leech off of… just quietly blended back into the background, allowing us access to the bean bags again. Though today, we were told Jack was coming back, so we gave him a wide berth, opting instead to play with some blocks over in one of the corners. And once Jack sat down in one of the chairs, grumbling to himself, the room went silent. “Right, who wants a baba?” Ceres said, awkwardly breaking the silence in the room, holding a tray of full baby bottles. Harry and Frankie turned theirs down. Jack waved his hand and spat on the ground nearby. And whilst I still wasn’t really talking to Ceres… I figured I’d at least play nicely, so I raised my hand. Which made Ollie and Rowan raise their hands. “Good boys…” Ceres said as she walked over to us, bending down and handing us each a baby bottle full of what looked like milk. “This is a little treat from me. It’s a reward for… sticking with the program. You may want to drink it quickly…” She gave a little wink and then quickly stood up, walking back out again. “Huh?” Ollie replied, looking back at Rowan and I. “What did she mean by that?” “I’m guessing something is going to happen to anyone who doesn’t want a bottle,” I said, sighing. “It’s a punishment for those who still refuse to play along. So get drinking…” I was right. It was horrible. At least for the ones who didn’t drink their bottles… Clearly they had put something in our food or something earlier, and whatever was in the bottles counteracted that. Though it wasn’t like it was all rainbows and flowers for us. It was gross. The room stank so bad! The back of their nappies drooped so low, I swear they were close to falling apart! And I think the three boys learnt a very valuable lesson that day… Do what the Nannies tell you. Week 5. This was the big one, apparently. The beginning of the rest of the year. This should be the last big reveal or last big event for the remainder of our time in this basement. Merging with the girls in the centre room. Finally! We had spent three weeks staring at the large jungle gym in the centre room… all the new toys and the large flatscreen TV on the wall with like a dozen or so bean bags, enough for every single one of us and then extras! All that time waiting to be allowed to go play, like we were actual kids being told that we had to behave so that we could go play outside or whatever. And yeah, whilst I was looking forward to exploring the new area, having somewhere different to go, further away from these dickheads in the boys’ section… It was the new faces I was looking forward to seeing the most. And maybe I was a little interested to see who the other Nannies were, as I hadn’t been able to see their faces from this side of the room, and they never came over here in the whole three weeks we’ve been separated in the playroom. I figured they probably socialise more when we’re napping or we’re asleep for the night, as we do get a good twelve hours sleep or so thanks to whatever they’re medicating us with. Plenty of time for them to socialise, get some sleep, and have some free time. Though… surely that means they never get holidays or time off… right? If they have to be 24/7 Nannies for us all… does that mean they’re here for good, never getting to go on vacation or anything? Or can they request time off and another Nanny will fill in for them or something? I guess these would normally be questions I’d save for Ceres… but I still wasn’t on speaking terms with her, and she knows it. I think I’ve made it very clear she broke my trust by risking things with Jack and me… so I’ve played along still, but I’m purposefully acting distant with her. I guess it’s my own little act of defiance, one much less destructive than Jack’s outbursts. And after our morning nursing, Ollie and I were brought out to the boy’s playroom like usual… finding the door to the middle closed and locked still. Once we were all in, settled down, in our own groups again like normal, I heard a microphone being tapped, causing me to cover my ears quickly. “Attention…” I looked up to see the same familiar, bitchy face of the Headmistress, standing in the same place she was weeks ago, up at the podium on the second floor balcony. “Here we go again… I was hoping I’d never have to see her face again…” Ollie groaned as he rolled his eyes. “I guess she needs to state the obvious,” I whispered back. “Which is?” “That we’re meeting the girls today.” “Oh shit… that’s today?” “You’re not good at remembering the days, are you?” I laughed at him, causing him to laugh and blush, adorably might I add. “That’s why I have you!” he grinned back at me. The Headmistress looked at us, sternly, not even saying a word, and we both shut up, knowing full well we didn’t want to get on her bad side. “Anyway…” she began, “Today is the day you get access to the centre playroom. Aside from the occasional… outburst… you have behaved reasonably well, and for your benefit, you will be merging in the centre. The rooms you are in now are still locked by gender. Do NOT try entering the opposite room… you won’t like what happens if you do. The boys’ and girls’ rooms will be open and available, if you choose to retreat there, though I would advise you to at least spend some time in the centre.” That ‘advice’ sounded more like a threat than a suggestion, so I knew that I’d have to at least spend a good portion of the afternoon in the centre room. Though honestly… provided the girls are okay with me… I’d much prefer to hang out with them in the centre. My worst nightmare is that they bond with Jack and his lackeys though. They do that… I’m spending most of my time in this smaller room with Ollie and Rowan, provided they want to join me. “I have an activity to begin with, to break the ice… and so I will give you ten minutes to greet your neighbours, then we will begin…” “Icebreaker?” Ollie turned to ask me whilst the Headmistress walked off again. “No idea. Probably one of those shitty group exercise things that teachers used to make us do at school.” “Oh those things? I remember them. So they did them at your school too?” “Mine too,” Rowan added. “Probably something like ‘Hi I’m Noah, I like fishing and alphabetti spaghetti!’” I said, mockingly. “You like fishing?” Ollie giggled. “Eww no! My dad loved it. I fucking hate it. I… it was all that came to mind.” “You didn’t deny the love of alphabetti spaghetti though!” Rowan teased. I pouted back at him. “Yeah… so what? Who doesn’t love writing ‘Fuck’ in their food?” “True.” Suddenly the door beside us unlocked and opened automatically, so I looked over at Ceres, who was standing on the other side of the glass, making a ‘go on’ motion with her hands. “Come on then guys…” I said to my… I guess my friends now… before crawling into the scary new room that we had been admiring for weeks now. A herd of ‘babies’ crawled over to the bean bags, all claiming one and relaxing in them. Boys from one side, girls from the other. Well… three of us from our side. Jack and his goons instantly climbed into the climbing frame and camped out in there, away from everyone else. Clearly he wasn’t in the mood to socialise… “Hi!” said a bubbly voice from across the large cosy TV area. “Umm…” Ollie replied. “...Hi…” It was so cute how nervous he was around the girls. But then… I wasn’t much better. “So…” one girl said, making the awkward silence between our two groups even more awkward. “So…” Rowan replied, adding to the awkwardness. Looking around at the other group… They looked like any normal group of twenty-something year old women. If it wasn’t for their infantile attire of matching shortalls and pink t-shirts… I would’ve just seen them as any normal friend group around my age. And it just made me wish I had been a bit more open up front, back when I was first taken. “How about we-?” Before the blonde girl could speak, the Headmistress entered through a door on the far side, one not attached to either of the two gendered side rooms, clearly one that was intended for Nanny use only. Well, Nanny and Headmistress use, apparently. “Hello little ones…” she began, walking over to us. “Where are the other three?” Every one of us, even the girls, pointed over to the climbing frame. “Ah… CARE TO JOIN US, JACK? HARRY? FRANKIE?” she called out. It was weird seeing her so up close… she was certainly even more intimidating close up. “NO THANKS!” we heard back. “Well they’ll learn their lesson later…” the Headmistress shrugged, grinning. …I’m definitely glad I’m not on her bad side… yet. That grin was terrifying. Whatever they’ve got in store for the three assholes over there… I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes right now. Especially if they’re not pushing them to join us. But then I guess that’s the whole thing about this, right? They want us to want to be good. They want us to act like babies, to be good girls and boys. So they don’t enforce us, they just punish us when we don’t play along. The room stood in silence, except the tiny whisperings coming from the climbing frame. “Right. I have a game for you all to play…” I looked over at Ceres, who had moved over to an area near the middle, joining three other Nannies and chatting with them. But what concerned me was the look of concern on Ceres’ face. It was as if she had no idea what was about to happen… “We’re going to go all around the room and introduce ourselves…” ‘Yup… we called it…’ I thought to myself, sounding smug in my own head. “And then you’re going to tell me what your hobbies are, maybe a little about yourself…” ‘Okay… umm… hobbies… ugh I hate this. What the hell do I say? I want to appear cool… but my main hobbies are just video games and movies. I don’t really do anything else…’ “And then you’re going to tell everyone why you’re in here…” ====================================================== Noah just can't catch a break, can he? Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 13: Friends Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Homophobic slurs ------------------------------- “WHAT THE FUCK?” The sudden outburst shook everyone in the room. “He’s back…” Rowan sighed. It had been such a nice few hours just hanging out with Rowan and Ollie, especially once Ceres took out Ollie’s dummy with the agreement of him behaving. We got to know each other a bit, watching some babyish cartoons whilst sitting next to each other in bean bags. Rowan worked in an office in Hull. Ollie was a hairstylist from Manchester… which explained his accent. I thought I recognised it, I didn’t live far from there after all. Which made me wonder… if they managed to pick up Rowan all the way over the other side of the country from me in Hull… and Ceres just happened to be in the right place at the right time with me up here in Manchester, and Ollie also being from Manchester, and Jack, Harry and Frankie clearly being from the South… Where was this ‘Elysium’ located? I assume it must be in the UK, assumedly from somewhere near Manchester, if Ceres wasn’t lying on that first night I met her… she said she was ‘on her way home from work’. That implied that she too lives in Manchester, or at least near it. Maybe this is another bit of knowledge I’m not supposed to have. I’ll just save that in the ‘do not mention under any circumstance’ folder in my brain I guess. Along with all the other things I’ve kept locked up in there. But it was nice to just chat with the boys, like normal people. The babyish shows we were watching were just background noise at this point, though part of me was actually starting to like watching them. Frankie and Harry were off chatting shit on the opposite side of the room, whilst Jack was colouring a picture in the middle of the room. From the drool coming from his mouth and the extremely badly coloured picture… he was clearly regressed fully. Which was scary to watch, honestly. Like… I’m willing to let myself go a bit. I’m willing to let myself act more infantile, though I may need a bit of a push from Ceres to do so. I’m willing to dress up and nurse and get my damn nappies changed… but to see Jack’s mind completely blank? Watching him giggle like an infant at absolutely nothing? …It sent shivers down my spine. Remind me to never piss off the Nannies. But now, after a nice few hours peace… it appears that the problem child is back. “What the fuck am I doing?” Jack said, throwing a crayon across the room, at the Nannies. The thick glass or perspex or whatever blocked it, but it still had an effect on the Nannies, who all looked at him with disappointment. “Yeah? Well? What the fuck do you expect?” As he’s clearly not learnt his lesson, I ignored him and went back to my conversation with Rowan and Ollie. “Oi… fag… fuck off, I’m sitting here…” I looked back to see Jack on his knees behind us, still managing to tower over me despite his inability to stand up properly. “Go away, Jack…” Ollie replied. Jack did not like that. So he grabbed the last free bean bag and threw it in Ollie’s direction, though I think he missed him on purpose. “Jack… behave…” Ceres warned through the intercom. “Then tell these fucks to move.” “...Boys?” Okay… so I became a little disappointed in Ceres and the other Nannies. Giving in to him like that… asking that we move just to satisfy this fucking bully… But not wanting to cause an incident, I rolled my eyes and crawled off my bean bag, crawling away over to the bookshelf in the corner. Ollie followed close behind. Rowan… was about to… “Rowan. Stay. Good boy…” Jack said, talking to the poor guy like a fucking dog. And obediently, Rowan stayed behind. I swear… I’m not a violent person. Never have been. Always bottle things up, no matter what. But in that instant I wanted nothing more than to go over and smack that guy in the face. Which… just made me feel even worse about myself for feeling those thoughts. Typical guy behaviour. Fuck. That makes me no better than that arsehole. “Just leave him, Noah,” Ollie said, nudging me. I grumbled and crawled away, feeling bad that I was leaving poor Rowan behind with that bully. It wasn’t long before Frankie and Harry crawled over to Jack and they began talking like they were old mates. As I predicted… they got on like a house on fire, with Jack becoming the leader of the group. The other two were followers, they weren’t leaders. They attach themselves to a strong personality, one like Jack’s… and they lurk in their shadow. I saw way too much of this behaviour at school. And oh look… even when reduced back to babyhood… they’re the same. They threw a few insults over at Ollie and I, but honestly… I’m kinda glad they took in Rowan, even if he’s basically just there to tease. If he stayed with us, he would’ve just ended up being bullied more, and I’m not sure the guy has it in him to handle that. Guess it doesn’t matter if you’re 5, 15, 25 or 75… Some people are just bullies. People don’t change. So what does that say for this place? Can they really change that? “Earth to Noah…” Ollie giggled. “Wha? Sorry… was a bit out of it. What did you say?” “Just saying… I wonder when we’re going to have nap time, I think it’s about now that we get fed, right?” “I guess? But how can you tell? There’s no sunlight, no clocks…” Ollie’s tummy rumbled, right on cue. “Ah,” I continued. “That makes more sense. Thinking about it, I’m getting pretty hungry too…” I’m not sure how long we had been at the TV, then it couldn’t have been that long over at the books… we picked a couple up but got bored instantly and just talked about video games the whole time. “Ollie… Noah… it’s lunchtime!” Ceres said, bending down, taking us both by surprise. “AH! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?” Ollie blurted out. “I’m a Ninja Nanny, didn’t you know?” I was the first to burst out into giggles, quickly followed by Ollie, then Ceres. “And then naptime?” “You know it, kiddo…” As Ceres pushed our strollers back through the security doors we passed through earlier, greeting the guard again, I finally got the courage to speak up. “N… Nanny?” “Yes baby?” she responded, turning the corner into the main hallway where our nursery was. “Why… why didn’t you stand up for us?” “You mean when he wanted the beanbags?” “Yeah…” “You had plenty of time with the TV. And I thought it was best to let him have the TV area for a bit, rather than risk another incident.” “Why didn’t you just… you know… regress him?” “Noah…” she said, sighing, as she pushed us towards the closed nursery door. It opened automatically as soon as we got close, allowing us entry, and then closed automatically behind us. “That is a last resort. We only use that if we absolutely have to. If someone is violent, or a threat.” “Good to know…” I sighed back. My respect for them dimmed a little. Jack is an arsehole. He deserves to be shitting his pamps mindlessly. The fact they will only go that far if he’s a physical threat… means I was right to hide those things I’ve kept buried. “You disagree?” “Wait…” OIlie interrupted. “Can we all end up like that?” “Yes, sweetie. So be a good boy for me, okay?” Ollie seemed genuinely scared. It hadn’t hit him that they also had that same power over him too. The dummy was them going easy, he could’ve been easily regressed mentally, left drooling and babbling as he tries to eat crayons. I kept quiet. I let Ceres change me, which still weirded me out that I didn’t even realise I had pissed myself during the afternoon. Then she fed us in the highchairs, which was quickly followed by our usual naptime. Ceres asked if we wanted to go back to the playroom for the rest of the afternoon, but I declined. I didn’t want to have to make Ceres do fuck all whilst Jack yelled shit at us… ----------------------A Week Later-------------------------- The last week has sucked, ever since feeling betrayed by Ceres regarding Jack. I did speak up for myself the next day, to be fair. I asked if we had to go into the room, asked if maybe we could just stay in the nursery instead. But Ceres said some bullshit about how babies need socialising to become better people when they grow up. But no, I’ve seen this shit before. It’s the same shit they did with the bullies at my school when I was a kid. I can’t remember the number of times my Mum went in to complain about me being bullied… only for the teachers to say they’d give the bully a ‘good talking to’... which basically amounted to nothing at all and the bullying continued. At one point you just stop trying. The teachers are never there to help you. They are there to protect the school, nothing more. As long as they don’t kill me… they don’t care how much psychological trauma they inflict. I guess that’s a job for a future therapist… At least the boys room in the main hall was big enough that we could keep some distance from the other boys. We played with the toys around the room, read the books, did some colouring… basically played along with this little ‘reform’ thing, all whilst Jack and his stooges hung out on the bean bags, chatting shit and occasionally throwing the odd insult over at us. I’d occasionally look over to the girls’ side… wishing I wasn’t stuck in this hellhole, wondering what it was like over there because I couldn’t see it very well due to the large play structures in the centre of the middle room. But whatever they were doing… It looked like they were getting along much better than we were. Poor Rowan looked more and more miserable the longer the week went on. It was clear he wanted to join us, but couldn’t. And unless Jack physically threatened the kid… the Nannies just stood by and let him bully Rowan. But then one afternoon in the second week… “You seriously want to go play ‘baby’ with those fucks?” Rowan looked like a deer in headlights at the moment. I hadn’t heard what led up to this moment, but it was clear Rowan had said something that upset Jack. Then a voice came from beside me. “Here, Noah… I got you a snack…” I turned to see Ollie sitting next to me, with a little cookie in his hand, holding it out for me. And I… don’t know what came over me, I felt like I was tearing up. All over a fucking cookie. “Oh no…” Ollie said, turning to see the awkward scene across the room. “What’s going on?” “I… Rowan pissed him off I think,” I replied, shrugging. “Think we should call the Nannies?” “What will they do? A smack on the wrist and a telling off? Meh, I’m sure they’re watching anyway.” “I’m not so sure about that… they handed me the cookies then had to turn away for a minute…” “So Rowan is alone? No one is watching them?” “I think so…” I felt a genuine pang of fear. Jack would only need a minute unsupervised. And as he looked around, as if he was checking the coast was clear… I saw his grin widen. Dropping my cookie, I stumbled across the room as quickly as I could, trying to avoid getting to my feet as I knew exactly what would happen if I tried to stand up in here. And as Jack clenched his fist, I pushed myself forward through the air, pushing Rowan out of the way… taking his place for the incoming punch. ----------------------------------------- “Baby? Are you okay?” “I…” “Jack goes to solitary. Minerva, take your boys back to their nursery. I’ll look after my boys…” “On it, Ceres.” “Diana, leave Rowan with me. I think he wants to stay with Noah.” “Rowan, be a good boy for Nanny Ceres, okay?” “Uh huh!” I could hear all these voices talking to each other, but my head hurt and I struggled to open my eyes. Ceres was here to help. I still didn’t trust her. If she was doing her fucking job I wouldn’t be laying here with what I’m assuming is the biggest black eye of my life. If anything… she’s even more in my bad books now. She promised me. She fucking promised me. ====================================================== I know I say this a lot, but thank you for reading my stories :3 I really appreciate it. And it means the world to me that people enjoy them and my characters so much! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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Chapter 12: Boys Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Homophobic slurs ------------------------------- “I am Mrs Braithwaite. And you little ones best behave for your Nannies, otherwise we will make this difficult for you.” Okay… I didn’t like the tone she was using now. It sounded more like a threat than a warning. Thankfully, ‘Mrs Braithwaite’, the Headmistress or whatever she called herself didn’t say anything else, instead she just turned, left the podium and walked away, leaving us all waiting in awkward silence. “Right, I think it’s time to let them out of their strollers and get used to their new play area,” one of the Nannies said, one that wasn’t Ceres. “Agreed,” Ceres replied, as she walked around the stroller, crouching down in front of it and undoing the straps that were keeping me in place. “Ceres?” one of the other Nannies called over. “Yeah?” “Are we ready for this?” “Yeah. I think we are. Just… take care.” Clearly they were skirting around the whole ‘Jack’ situation. Was he really that big of an issue? Surely if he was this much of a problem, he wouldn’t be allowed in here? Surely he’d be isolated… or not even taken in in the first place? I thought they said they specifically pick people they know they can help or fix or whatever? Maybe they fucked up. I mean everyone has the ability to fuck up, even wealthy and shadowy organisations I guess… Ceres turned back and undid Ollie’s restraints, before lifting him out and placing him on his padded backside on the soft, carpeted floor. As she did the same with me, I got a chance to properly look around at this new ‘play area’, and it looked very much like a daycare. Little boxes full of age appropriate toys, soft furnishings, everything baby-proofed, a shelf full of books that looked more like picture books than actual books… Everything looked like it was torn out of a daycare and plopped right in here. “Now, don’t try to stand up kiddos…” Ceres warned us both in whispers. “You know what happened to Ollie?” “Ah…” I replied, nodding along. Thankfully, it looked like Ollie got it too, as he too was nodding with me. Clearly she didn’t want the others hearing. Maybe we are special to her… or maybe it’s just that we’ve been well behaved enough to earn the privilege to be warned about stuff like this in advance. Either way, I’m pretty sure we weren’t allowed to divulge this information to the other 4 boys, so I reminded myself to keep my mouth shut. If the others want to learn the hard way and try to resist… that’s their problem. I’m here to fix my fucked up broken brain and help this poor boy I’m sharing a room with, as I agreed to with Miss Fraus and Ceres. Plus I’m not going to lie… if I get to see some humiliated little bully get what he deserves when he acts out… I’m going to sleep really well tonight. “Be careful…” Ceres whispered. “Remember, we’re just outside, okay? Yell if anything happens.” I wanted to trust Ceres. I really did. But surely letting someone potentially dangerous in is a huge risk, right? But I nodded in response, hoping it wouldn’t come to that. Maybe he’s not that bad, maybe they’re just being over precautious just in case. And as Ceres moved the stroller out of the way, I finally got to see our little group as a whole. We just sat there, in silence, looking around at each other, sitting on our padded arses, in our identical childish outfits. The Nannies had taken our dummies out and stashed the strollers outside the structure, and were standing just outside, talking to each other. This place must be soundproof because I saw their lips moving, but there was no way I could hear them from here with the door closed. I’m guessing they have some kind of sound system which allows them to hear us, but we can’t hear them. Maybe there’s an intercom? Whilst I was busy trying to look for potential speakers in here, Ollie shuffled over next to me and put his hand over mine, just out of sight of everyone else. “You okay?” I asked, as my attention was completely grabbed by him at this point. He didn’t say a word, he just nodded in the direction of the others. “So…” one of them said. “I know Rowan… but I don’t know you four losers… who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you in this fucked up place for?” Obviously I’m not a mind reader, but I could tell from Ollie’s expression that we both had the same thought at exactly the same time… ‘that must be Jack’... I looked over to who we assume Jack is, to see some rough-looking rugby lad looking around at us all. Dirty blonde hair shaved at the sides, a thick jaw indicating he’s probably had a few swings at him in the past, and a physique that you’d see from someone who plays rugby or some full on contact sport like that. Maybe boxing. I don’t know, I’m not exactly into sports, but he looks like a typical ‘jock’ as the Americans would call them, though he was clearly in his mid twenties by his appearance. Which made the infantile attire even more hilarious. Despite his rough appearance, he had the most beautiful, strikingly blue eyes. Which just explained the tough guy thing even more, he was probably teased by his friends for having pretty eyes, which caused him to be tougher. Look at me trying to analyse this moron. “I’m Jack,” he said. “And if we work together…” Before he could finish his sentence, the intercom I had predicted sparked into life, and a familiar voice came out. “Jack… first, language… otherwise you’ll keep your dummy in for the next week. Secondly… don’t even think about trying to escape. One Nanny can overpower a dozen of you little tykes…” I looked over at the wall to see the Nanny who had clearly been assigned as his caregiver during his stay here, staring daggers at the guy. “I… sorry Diana…” he grumbled, clearly pissed that he had just been told off… by a woman no less. You could see the misogyny whirling around in those gears he calls a brain. “‘Diana’? Remember the spanking you got?” Diana said, grinning, as Jack’s face turned bright red. “I thought so. Don’t think I won’t do it again…” Spanking? That hadn’t even crossed my mind… I’ve been so focused on the babyish stuff, I hadn’t even thought about the childish punishments we may be forced to endure if we act up. Will we get corner time? Write lines? Clearly spanking is one of them, though maybe that’s just reserved for people like Jack… as it seems kind of extreme. Especially with the Nannies’ increased strength. “I’ll be good… Nanny…” he grumbled, quickly correcting himself. Looks like you have to be good like me and Ollie to earn name privileges, though I guess we still call her Nanny or Nanny Ceres. It’s never just Ceres, unless I’m having one of those close one-to-ones regarding my unique situation. “Good boy. Now go make friends,” Nanny Diana replied, turning the intercom off and returning to her conversation with the other two Nannies. I giggled a bit. That was my first mistake. “The fuck you laughing at?” Jack said, focusing his gaze on me, like a bull who had seen the red cape. “I… nothing…” “I see… you think you can laugh at me, right? Just because some chick said I have to watch my language…” “...And because you received a spanking…” Noah. Now is not the time to be antagonising him. They warned you, didn’t they? Stay out of his fucking way. So what THE FUCK are you doing trying to piss him off? Just because he’s been humiliated in front of everyone by his Nanny, doesn’t mean he won’t kick your head in still… “Think you’re funny, huh? I’ll show you funny…” Jack jumped up onto his feet, rather deftly really, which was surprising due to the thick padding between his legs. And in a matter of seconds, he was pushing back with one foot to charge at me just like that bull… …And he came crashing down, smacking his face onto the soft carpet, as his legs quickly stopped working, just like Ceres had warned us about earlier. “FUCKING J-” Before he could finish his outburst, Diana casually walked in without saying a word, walking over to the boy, and bent down. Whispering something inaudible to me into his ear, Jack suddenly became… lethargic? Like the vein on his forehead was gone, his muscles untensed, and he sighed a breath of relief. What the fuck had she done to him? What did she say? Was it a hypnotic trigger thing? “Now, are you going to be a good boy, Jackie?” she asked, sweetly. “Yes Nanny…” he replied, sounding… lifeless? “Good. Behave, all of you. That goes for you too, Noah…” she said, looking directly at me, as if to tell me ‘don’t antagonise him like that again’. Nodding, I quickly looked away so I felt less bad whilst Diana got up and walked back out of the enclosure. “Umm… Jack will be out of it for a bit…” the boy near Jack said, sounding really anxious. I figured he must be Rowan. He looked a bit like me actually, though he looked a lot smaller and a tiny bit younger. Almost like a younger brother, but he had dark brown shaggy hair. You could see the anxiety on his face and in the way he talked. Poor guy… being paired up with Jack when you’re already anxious… “The hell did she do to him?” said another boy, either Harry or Frankie. “Harry… she clearly knows witchcraft…” the other replied. Ah… so that answers that. Harry is the one with a dark buzzcut and darker skin, Frankie is the one with a very ‘private school’ haircut and freckles, typical toff. Probably has wealthy parents. No wonder he’s here, he looks stuck up his own arse and sounds as dumb as a rock. “It’s not witchcraft,” I replied. “Yeah, what the fuck do you know?” Harry replied, with a very ‘East End’ accent. ‘Cockney’ to most people. One knock at the window, and Harry’s choice of language was quickly fixed, as he meekly looked back at me. “Yeah… I mean… what do you know, poof?” “Poof? Seriously? That’s all your tiny-” “Noah… stop…” Ollie said, nudging me. I really don’t know where all this confidence came from. I was on a roll. I had never been able to talk back to bullies like this before. Maybe it’s because the ‘teachers’ were watching? Either way… I was being too much of an arsehole myself, and I needed to rein it in a bit. “Sorry… Look, just… it’s clear she said a phrase and he… changed. It’s hypnosis.” I looked over at the Nannies, and all three were raising their eyebrows at me. I don’t know why, I pretty much figured it out. Ollie did too. Maybe they were just trying to warn me so I didn’t go too far into the secrets I had been given. “Hypnosis? I thought that shi- stuff was rubbish?” Harry replied, sounding spooked. “Well given the amount of money this place must have to have a secret underground bunker where they kidnap a dozen people and turn them into babies only to re-raise them? Maybe they have the technology to make it real? I don’t know, I’m just saying what I see. It looks like hypnosis.” “Alright, clever clogs… You must know a way out of here then?” “They have security guards. Super strong Nannies. Lots of technology. And the ability to turn even an arsehole like Jack into a drooling puddle…” I pointed at Jack, who had sat back down over by Rowan, and was literally drooling onto his shirt, giggling and clapping. “You think we can get past all that? Look, they brought us in for a reason. Maybe it’s good that we’re here. Why not just let it happen? Apparently we come out of this better people…” “I don’t want to be better people! I want to be Harry! Me. Myself. I don’t want to be some nappy-wearing poof!” “Well I’m just going to see it as a vacation. A self help thing,” I replied, trying my best not to say what I really wanted to say… which was ‘from the sounds of it, you definitely need this’. “Me too!” Ollie said, chiming in, smiling over at me. “Haha, is he your boyfriend?” Harry taunted. Clearly he was one of those guys who is incredibly homophobic. I wish Ceres had warned me about him too, he’s just as bad as Jack it seems. “What if he was? Do you have a problem with gay people?” Ollie asked, deadpan. “So what if I do? Fucking fags.” “I’m not gay, neither is Noah. But you don’t have to be a cunt!” “Fuck off, pussy!” The argument was quickly put to rest when Ceres and the third Nanny quickly came in. Popping a dummy into Harry’s and Ollie’s mouths, they stood up straight and looked down at us. “If we hear language like that again, you’ll all be receiving spankings and an early bedtime,” the other Nanny said. “Sorry Nanny Minerva…” Frankie and a very muffled Harry replied, looking guilty suddenly. Minerva then looked over at the remaining three of us (Jack is still out of it, I don’t think he understands anything right now), with a very intimidating look. “Sorry Nanny Minerva…” we all said, in unison, with Ollie being muffled by his dummy. “Play nicely. This is your last warning.” Ollie and Harry sulked with their dummies stuck in their mouths. Jack was a dribbling mess. It was just me, a very anxious Rowan, and Frankie left to keep up the discussion. “So… introductions?” I said, breaking the ice. “Fine… whatever…” Frankie said, rolling his eyes at me. “Well clearly we all know Jack. I guess I’ll start then. I’m Noah.” “Frankie.” “Rowan.” “Hwwy…” “His name is Harry…” Frankie said, on behalf of his mumbling roommate. “This is Oliver,” I replied, figuring I’d do the same courtesy for Ollie. Thankfully I got a smile and a nod from him, which made me feel a little less anxious. “What now?” Frankie asked. “We… play?” Rowan suggested, shrugging. “With what?” “The toys, obviously. Look, there are loads scattered around. We have a TV too… though I’m assuming we can only watch babyish things on it,” I answered. Frankie turned to Harry and whispered something to him, which made Harry nod. And without saying a word, they both crawled off to the far end of the room, where a box of toys lay. “I guess they don’t want to be friends…” I shrugged. “Rowan… umm…” “Yeah?” he chirped up, he’s probably not used to his name being mentioned. Poor guy. Honestly… the similarities actually hurt a bit. “Want to join us?” “What about Jack?” he asked. “Leave him. We’ll go find something to watch. He can stare off and drool for all I care.” “I guess it would be nice to get away from him for a bit…” “Is that the first time she’s done that?” I asked, as we crawled over to the beanbags set up around the large TV. “Nope. Been a few times actually… he’s a bit confrontational,” Rowan replied. “I bet. So Rowan… wanna choose what we watch? Then we can chat and get to know each other. Maybe if we ask nicely, they’ll let Ollie take his dummy out.” Ollie sighed as he dropped his head back, sucking on the large dummy stuck in his mouth. “Pwease… this is howwible…” ====================================================== I'm so glad so many are enjoying this. And I'm glad that so many understand Noah's struggle (but at the same time I hate that you're also dealing with this, no one should have to feel these things). This story is one I put a lot of myself into, so if you see a character struggling... chances are it's my own feelings and thoughts. So I understand, I really do. 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Just a heads up: apparently the title chapter number didn't update when I uploaded the new chapter on Sunday. So if you've not read chapter 10, go read that first! Chapter 11: Headmistress Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Day 6. Same as previous days, though naptime wasn’t as comfy. I actually missed having Ollie to snuggle with, and he made sure to keep to himself on the opposite side of his crib, furthest away from me. Feedings were still extremely blushy, but by now it was just routine. I guess the taste helped a lot, and the comforting feeling it provided. I swear I could actually feel my brain starting to regress whenever I was nursing. Ollie still won’t talk to me regarding it, his cheeks turn red whenever I try to mention it, and he quickly changes topic everytime. But I’m pretty sure he enjoys it too. Speaking of Ollie… he seems a bit distant after we cuddled yesterday, only answering with short responses. It makes me worried that maybe I’ve ruined things with him. Which I’m trying my absolute best not to do, because that would lead to a very awkward three years. At least Ceres is still really snuggly with me. She even climbed into the playpen today with me as I was playing, pulling me onto her lap and cuddling me. I think that made Ollie feel a bit left out, though she did offer for him to join us. She seems really affectionate with me… am I just making it up or does she actually care about me? And if so… how far does it go? Is it like a friend? A brother? An acquaintance? Or… or is it more than that? I’m rubbish at being able to tell. Unless she outwardly tells me she likes me, I haven’t got a damn clue as to whether or not this woman is interested in me romantically. But again… with me sitting in a messy nappy during my nap… how on Earth can she be interested in a guy like me? Day 7. Same stuff. Ollie seems a bit more talkative today at least, so that made playpen time a bit more fun. We did some colouring today, to mix things up. I think we’re a bit done with building blocks for now, so we grabbed some crayons and coloured some of the pictures in the colouring books. I wanted to dabble a bit with drawing… but my negative brain got the better of me, and I felt too self-conscious to do it, just in case my drawings were stupid. Day 8. Okay, I was already dreading today, but when Ceres dressed us in something that wasn’t a blue onesie… I began to worry more. Instead of the onesie, we were dressed in matching blue t-shirts, and some khaki shorts… and nothing else. Not even socks on our feet. Because I found out shortly after I had my shorts fastened… that we were going out, and we wouldn’t need to walk. Leaving us in the playpen for a minute, Ceres left the nursery and returned with something even more humiliating… a stroller or pushchair or whatever they’re called. One with two seats. I know it’s not a pram, those are the ones where the babies are on their backs, looking up. This is the one that’s way more common these days. God… I know next to nothing about babies. Guess that’s the curse of having no siblings or younger family members. “Are we… going-?” “Yes baby,” Ceres responded, cutting me off. “You’re both being strapped in, today is the big day!” “Huh?” Ollie asked, looking at me for an answer. He’s so clueless sometimes. I swear he knows about this, or maybe he doesn’t? I’m honestly struggling to keep up with what Ollie should and shouldn’t know. It was difficult keeping all these secrets on top of lying to him and trying to work out what he’s already been told by Ceres. “We’re being introduced to the other boys…” I said to him. “Oh… okay…” Ollie didn’t look as nervous as I did, but Ceres had promised me she’d be looking out for me, and she’s instructed the boy’s Nannies to keep an eye on Jack, as he may be the main issue out there. “Right, let’s get you strapped in…” Corridor after corridor… This place was huge! I heard Ceres talking to someone behind us, but I couldn’t see due to the straps keeping me in place, especially the one pressing very tightly on my thick nappy. But it sounded like it was another Nanny, probably following behind, as I did see some other doors that looked identical to our Nursery’s one. So she’s probably a Nanny with an identical stroller, with either Jack and Rowan… or Frankie and Harry. Though I can’t remember which Nannies they have assigned to them. Maybe that’s a good opening topic? I guess if I’m going to survive this place… I’ll need to make friends. Even if those friends would kick my head in if they knew me well enough. Coming up to a huge door, there was a security guard, one who looked just like the one I saw near the Doc’s room. He nodded at Ceres then waved a keycard in front of a very hi-tech looking scanner, which instantly opened the sliding frosted glass door, allowing us access to whatever this next room was. “Morning, Ceres,” he said as we walked up to him, stopping for a minute. “Morning, Calvin. How’s the wife?” Ceres responded in a friendly tone. “She’s good, thank you. And Emma told me to say she misses her favourite Auntie!” “She’s such a little doll. You’ll have to bring her round sometime. But if you do, let me know, you know I don’t get much access to what’s happening above us during the day.” “Will do. So… are these?” “My new charges. Noah… Ollie… say hi to Calvin. He’s a friend of mine.” Ollie blushed and looked away, waving his arm slightly but trying his best to avoid the humiliation. I didn’t want to appear as rude, so I looked up at him, my dummy still in my mouth, and waved to him, smiling. “Hewwo, I’m Noah!” He seemed taken aback by this, which hurt a little. “Ceres… It's been a week. How have you got him to behave so quickly?” “Noah is a special case. And a very good boy.” “Ohhhh…” it was as if the penny dropped for him. “Is he the…?” Ceres must have nodded or made a face or something that I couldn’t see from this position, because the guard seemed satisfied all of a sudden. …So… everyone knows. Of course everyone does. At least the staff do. I bet all the Nannies know. Great. This isn’t going to be awkward at all… “Well I hope this works out for you, little guy…” he said to me, smiling. I shivered in disgust at the name, before Ceres began moving the stroller once again. “We better be going, the Headmistress won’t be happy if we’re late!” she said, pushing us through the open door, into a room I never expected to enter in my life… It looked like a fucking hamster cage or something. Not a cage I guess… it didn’t have bars, but it did look like an enclosure for some kind of animal. And a small childish song was playing on the speakers in the background. Not loud enough to be annoying, but noticeable if you were listening for it. So in the centre of the basement, there’s this enormous room. I’m talking… the size of a football pitch. A room that big, underground, with spotlights hanging from the very high ceiling, illuminating the place as if it was actually daytime. And in the centre of that room, was a structure that was composed of three main ‘enclosures’. The biggest, directly in the centre, was a large domed structure, with glass walls and ceiling that must have stood about 20ft tall! It had a brick base that appeared to be about 5ft high, everything above it was glass or plastic. A large transparent bubble in the middle of the room with what looked like a whole fucking kids soft jungle gym inside it! And that’s with room to spare! Two identical bubbles branched off opposite ends, one on our side, one on the opposite side, though these were only half as high, and looked like they were attached to the larger structure with a door connecting them. “See, this side is where you’ll be playing for the next few weeks!” Ceres whispered down to us. “This smaller bubble nearer to us is the boys’ side. The girls get the other. Then when you merge… you’ll get access to the middle room, which is going to be a lot more fun for you.” “So is everywhere available after the month?” I asked, trying to talk around this dummy as Ceres pushed us into the door of the first bubble room. “No sweetie, this one is for you boys only, even after the month. Same with the girls' side. Don’t try to enter the girls one at all, otherwise you’ll get something much worse than what happened to Ollie when he tried to get out of his crib…” “Eeek!” Coming to a stop, we were parked up inside the boys’ room, with our strollers all pointing at a large podium on an elevated floor outside the structure, somewhere between our side and the girls’. Another stroller parked up alongside ours, though Ollie was blocking my view of them. It was frustrating, but I figured I’ll probably be speaking to them very soon anyway, though it would have been nice to get a sneak peek at who I’m going to be sharing a year with for the next three years… That’s when a large, booming voice grabbed my attention, as it played through what I assume are speakers hidden within this structure. “Good morning, babies…” Ollie pointed up, towards the podium, and as I turned to see what he was trying to show me, I saw her. The ‘Headmistress’. Wearing a classy business suit with a smart pencil skirt, with her brunette hair done up in a very smart bun… She looked like she meant business. And I thought Miss Fraus was scary… “Welcome to Elysium. You should all have been told why you’re here. Petty crimes, harassment, even assault… we have taken you from your wasteful lives and we intend to rehabilitate you by making you grow up all over again. Clearly something happened for you to be the way you are, so we are going to do it all over, this time under a much more controlled environment.” I looked over at Ollie, who was still staring in awe at this woman who seemed to be in full control of the room with just her voice, one that wouldn’t be amiss in a very old, very strict Victorian school. She was very well spoken with a very strong posh accent. “You are not here because you are beyond redemption. We don’t take in those who can’t be saved. You may have started off well, but one bad thing in your life caused you to spiral down the wrong path. We are the right path. By the time you leave here, you will be a much better person. You will endure humiliation, you will be broken down to your most simplest self. But you will come out the other side stronger.” Someone was struggling against their restraints, muffling and groaning into their dummy… and my bet was on Jack. He’s probably still trying to fight back. “Week five… you will be allowed entry into the main room. Provided you play nice. I won’t tolerate any bad behaviour. If you think your treatment now is humiliating and bad… you won’t like what happens to you when you’re naughty…” I looked over at the door to the main room, and through the tiniest gap of the large soft jungle gym, I could see another face looking through from the opposite room. Having no idea what to do, I smiled from behind my dummy, which caused the girl on the other side to giggle. “Mr Williams… Am I boring you?” I snapped back to what was going on, looking up to see the Headmistress looking directly at me. ‘...shit.’ “Sowwy…” I mumbled. “You will be, if you don’t pay attention…” the Headmistress scoffed, before turning her gaze away from me. “Now… where was I? Oh yes. You will behave here. Otherwise you will face the consequences. And trust me, you won’t like them. Is that understood?” A slight mumble around the room followed. “I’ll take that as a resounding yes. Now… let me introduce myself.” She adjusted her jacket a bit, cleared her throat, then grinned down at us from her podium up on the higher floor, like she was a Goddess. “I… am Mrs Braithwaite.” ====================================================== Bweh. I swear I changed the chapter number in the topic name last time, but apparently it didn't work. I hope you didn't read this chapter before the previous one! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 10: Week One Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Day 2. So last night was pretty uneventful. Both Ollie and I turned bright red again during our night time feeding, Ceres put us to bed, laying us in our cribs and putting on some relaxing lullaby music that helped us drift off to sleep pretty quickly. Day two… started off very much the same as day one. We awoke, wet and messy, and Ceres changed us again. Not before she humiliated us again with another feeding from her breast… which just caused us to fill the back of our padding even more. Like… What are they feeding her that causes us to lose control like that? And why doesn’t it affect her the same way? After we were changed, Ollie and I were placed in the playpen again and left to our own devices, with Ceres getting back to whatever work she had left to do on her tablet. I tried asking what she was doing, but her answer was as simple as putting my dummy in my mouth, making me unable to talk properly or spit it out. Ollie found this funny, which earned him a bit of dummy–time too. Thankfully that didn’t ruin our playtime together. We could still communicate, albeit through muffled groans and mumbled words, but we ended up working together this time instead of playing separately, combining our efforts to create an even bigger castle than either of our builds yesterday. Lunchtime rolled back around again, this time it was some chicken flavoured mush… which tasted amazing… though again, the texture could do with some work. But I guess that’s the whole point. We’re babies now. Babies eat mush. So we eat mush. Another nap, followed by the nighttime feeding, then yet another bedtime lullaby… Day 3. Wake up messy. Nursed. Changed. Playtime. Highchair feeding. Naptime. Nursed again. Bedtime lullaby as we drift off to sleep in our cribs. I have a feeling this is going to be the routine from hereon. Maybe some days will be different? Though didn’t she say we’ll meet the other ‘inmates’ at some point? Obviously they didn’t use that term, but that’s pretty much what they are, right? And I guess me… to a point. I dreaded seeing who else we were put in a year with. 4 other guys and 6 girls. Ugh. ‘Other’ guys. I hate that I put myself with them. But hey, at least Ollie is nice. Maybe there’s one or two others that aren’t so bad? Ah who am I kidding… they’re going to be typical guys, right? They’re in here because they’ve committed crimes or whatever the standard is for them being kidnapped and reformed. The key point is they need reforming. Maybe at the end of the three years I’d be happy to spend time with them… but this is the start of the ‘program’, this is when they’re going to be at their worst. They did say that at least we’ll be merged with the girls or we’ll at least get to socialise with them eventually. Maybe they can temper the boys’ attitudes… although the girls will also be in here for issues too… so maybe everyone is a lost cause. No… Ollie isn’t. I’ve only known Oliver for three days and he seems really nice. I mean sure, we haven’t really had an actual conversation yet. I think both of us have been a little too afraid to do so with Ceres watching us. I think both of us are trying to act babyish as to appease our captors, so neither of us wants to ask the other about their life before all… this. I’d like to though. I want to know more about him. He seems like the kind of guy I’d befriend. Or at least like I used to befriend. Clearly I’m going based on appearances (which is difficult when we’re both dressed in onesies and wearing adult sized nappies…), but he seems like he’s probably into video games. God… I hope so. It’d be nice to have something in common, something we can talk about. Because I definitely don’t do well when it comes to typical ‘bloke’ conversations. I struggle to fit in. For good reason too. Which, circling back around… I’m dreading being let out and socialising with the other ‘lads’. Day 4. Usual routine. Ollie opened up a bit today, confirming my hunch. I snuck in a little mention of a video game I’ve been playing lately, and he instantly replied with “Oh, you played that? What did you think of it? I love playing the rogue class!” and we pretty much hit it off from there. At first we were a little weary talking about such ‘adult’ topics of conversation, waiting for Ceres to be focusing on her tablet before we’d start talking more about gaming, but after a while, Ceres must have known all along, because she looked up from her tablet and told us; “You know you can talk about your life before this… you don’t have to be complete babies… it’s nice to share your interests outside of filling your pampers…” This turned both of our faces bright red, but it helped. A lot. We openly started talking about games, what our favourite ones were, which ones we hated, favourite characters, etc. “But all yours are girls! Aren’t there any male characters you like?” he asked at one point, to which I just shrugged and said most male characters are bland. Thankfully, he accepted this reason and moved on, without prying any further. Ceres came over and fed us sometime around mid afternoon, like usual, and quickly we dozed off, waking up later in our respective cribs. Though I must say, the whole no windows thing is really messing up my body clock. It appears like they try to adjust the main lighting of the nursery to match the time, with it getting dim towards the evening, making Ceres turn a lamp on. This must be to help us adjust to a life without a visible sky or the visible passage of time. Or… they could be really screwing with us and have it completely different to what it should be outside these basement walls. Day 5. Same old routine. Though after our lunchtime nap… I woke up with my head resting on Ollie’s chest, realising that Ceres had put us together in the playpen. “I’ve been wanting to move you both into the playpen for naptime. And now that you two are getting closer…” “You… you made us cuddle?” I asked quietly, as Ollie hadn’t woken up yet. “Oh no, you did that all by yourself, sweetpea…” she replied, giggling. “Which, might I say… was adorable!” “I… uh… wha happened?” “At first you were on opposite sides of the playpen, but then Ollie, half asleep, crawled over to you and snuggled up next to you, grabbing your arm. Then about half way through your nap, you rolled over and snuggled up, resting your head on his chest. Honestly… I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m glad you two are comfortable enough around each other. Glad I got the easy pair this year.” “Huh?” I asked, as Ollie stirred a little, wrapping his arm around me but remaining fast asleep. “Look… In a few days… you’ll be introduced to the other boys. We told you this, right?” she asked. “Yeah…?” “Well Diana has been complaining during our breaks about her two charges… And worries they’ll never get along. She’s got one really headstrong individual who is making things very difficult for her.” “Isn’t this common?” “It is, but I feel for poor Rowan. He is a timid little boy. Honestly as quiet and well behaved as you, Noah. But whereas you have Ollie, who is a lovely boy when he’s not getting drunk… Rowan has… Jack.” “Is Jack going to be a problem?” I asked, still keeping my voice as quiet as possible. “Sweetie… when I take you out there in a few days, just… be careful, okay? Until Jack accepts his new life… he’s going to be… problematic. And he may be a bit of a bully. You know we have cameras everywhere. We also have tasers. And we react as quickly as we can, but…” “But I should watch my back just in case?” “Good boy. See, I knew you were a clever little baby. Exactly, just be careful around him.” “What about the other two boys? Aren’t there 6 boys and 6 girls?” I asked. I didn’t want to move in case I woke Ollie up. And I didn’t want to wake him up too soon, partially because I can only openly talk to Ceres like this when he’s asleep, and partially because… I was secretly enjoying snuggling up to him. Not sure if it’s the smell of baby powder coming off him, or the soft, gentle breaths causing my head to bob up and down, but I was really enjoying snuggling him right now. Maybe I’m just a bit touch starved. Maybe I’m a bit desperate for cuddles… or maybe… “Again, I shouldn’t be telling you this… but we seem to be on some special disclosure thing with you, seeing as you’re a bit of a special case. Plus… you just have that face…” “What face?” I asked, blushing a bit. “An adorable little face, that’s what! But also one I just couldn’t lie to.” “Hmph…” I replied, jokingly pouting at her. “See! That face right there! But yes, there are two others. Frankie and Harry. So far… they’re behaving. But our profile on them says that they will most likely gravitate to Jack when introduced to the other boys, and will most likely get worse…” “Why not just keep Jack separate then?” I asked. “We help everyone, sweetie, even difficult cases like him. Plus we have methods of knocking someone onto their padded behinds… which quickly makes them lose the respect they have gained in other’s minds.” “So befriend this Rowan guy… stay away from the other three… so when do we merge with the girls again?” “Thinking of getting yourself a girlfriend already, kiddo?” Ceres joked. “I.. uh… n-” “Only kidding, sweetie. You’ll be seeing the girls in about a month.” “A month? That… is a long time…” “We need to get them comfortable, and you boys… with your new lives here. And most importantly… with Jack and the others… they need to accept their place, otherwise they-” “Might be a danger to them?” “Exactly.” ‘What about a danger to me?’ I thought to myself, sighing. ‘If he’s as rough as he’s being made out to be… if he found out about me…’ “You okay baby?” asked Ceres. “Yeah. Just… looking forward to seeing the girls.” “A ladies man, eh?” she smiled at me. “Ha… no.” “Nah, I get it. I think you’ll get on much better with the girls. Just… make sure Ollie doesn’t put his foot in his mouth around them, okay? And maybe try and get Rowan to join you?” ‘Does… does she know?’ “I’ll try. Rowan must be nice if you think he’ll be a good friend for me.” “Or maybe I’m just a bad judge of character and I’m leading you astray…” she shrugged, laughing awkwardly. “So… have each pair got their own Nanny?” “Yup! So you’ve got me, Nanny Ceres..” It was at this moment that Ollie woke up. “Morning sleepyhead…” I said, taking him by surprise, causing him to scurry away, out of my arms, to the opposite side of the playpen. “I… umm… why aren’t I in-?” he replied. “Ceres wanted us to nap in the playpen. Turns out you get cuddly when you’re asleep…” “I… nah, you’re mistaken… sorry, I don’t swing that way…” he grumbled. “Hey, me neither…” I replied, trying to calm him down by not making a big deal of our cuddle time. “Oh… really? I thought…” “...I was gay? I…” I’m honestly not sure what I am. I always identified as straight. But then… I started questioning not only attractions but also… myself. Now I’m not sure what I like or what that makes me… but I wasn’t just going to come out like that, not when I wasn’t even sure who I was at this point. “...Nah, I’m not gay,” I replied. Ceres raised her eyebrow at me. I have no idea what that meant… but I have a good feeling it was a sign of her not believing me. Thankfully, she didn't say anything about it and instantly progressed the conversation past it all. “It’s okay Oliver, you two will be close for a while. It was bound to happen. It’s only naptime.” “I… still…” he mumbled back at her. Thankfully, Ceres seemed to know how to manipulate the conversation, as she quickly turned to me, ignoring Oliver, letting him process what had happened, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Anyway, Noah, as I was saying… there’s me, there’s Diana, there’s Vesta, Venus… though don’t get those two confused! There’s also Juno and Minerva. “Okay… who’s the nerd?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t being too informal to our Nanny in front of Ollie. “Huh?” Ceres looked confused. “Elysium… just who is the nerd who named you all?” “I knew you were a smart little cookie…” Ollie just looked at me, then back at Ceres, then back to me, looking more confused than when he had woken up in the arms of another ‘boy’. “I don’t get it…” he shrugged. “Roman Goddesses. Elysium… isn’t that something to do with the Greek afterlife? And I know a lot of Roman beliefs were taken from Greek ones… oh you think you’re all so clever…” I laughed. “Congrats. You’re the second person to get that in your year.” “I didn’t until you mentioned Juno and Minerva. Diana is too common a name. The others were vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place them. Ceres… I’ve heard of it before, but I don’t know the Greek equivalent.” “It’s Demeter,” Ceres answered. “You’re a nerd too!” I giggled, pointing at her. Somehow… I had actually made Ceres blush! “Wait… you said second in my year?” I was mildly disappointed that I had been beaten to it by someone else. “Ella over in the girls dorms got it first.” “Ah, I bet she has Juno or Minerva as a Nanny. See, if you had been called that, I totally would have guessed already!” “Actually, she’s Vesta’s charge. She’s just a very clever little baby girl. All the Nannies here are named after Roman Goddesses, even the ones assigned to the other years.” Ollie looked more lost than ever at our conversation. Clearly he never had his Greek mythology special interest as a kid like I did… And apparently whoever did the naming around here was as much of a nerd as I was. And this ‘Ella’ chick. ‘’Ella’? She… she sounds cool. I can’t wait to meet her…’ ====================================================== Thank you so much for the lovely things you've all been saying about this story. I'm really happy you're enjoying it so much! 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Chapter 9: Mush Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I sat there, my legs dangling off the ground, wondering just who the hell came up with this as an idea for rehabilitation? Like seriously… someone must’ve been like ‘Oh I know how to help those who have committed misdemeanours… I’ll put them back in nappies, treat them like babies, and re-raise them with the help of super strong Nannies who can also breastfeed them. That’s what will fix them and make them better people!’ Honestly… as weird as this is, I’d love to meet whoever came up with this fucked up idea. But apparently, it works. They said this is their fourth year… right? Which means that one year has ‘graduated’... and if they’ve gotten that far, and continued to take on a new year… surely that means that their methods actually work… right? Even if one or two end up back in their old lives, back to their old ways… the majority must have been successfully rehabilitated, if they were to take on another batch of people. There are probably twelve adults out there in the world now who have been through this whole process… kidnapped, regressed, treated like babies, allowed to grow up again over the course of three years, then let out into the world to find new lives. I wish I could talk to them, ask them how… and why this treatment worked. Wait… Ceres has mentioned they’re short staffed. It’s probably why they can only run this for three years. Or maybe they run it for three years because they only need that amount of time… but… when did she start? Was she a Nanny for the first year… to then rotate back around? Or is she new for this year? “Earth to Noah…” “Huh?” I said, shaking my head as I looked up to see Ceres, standing there, holding my bowl of mushed up food. “You zoned out whilst I was feeding little Ollie. He fell asleep pretty quickly after it.” “I… sorry…” Looking over at my new friend, I saw the familiar overgrown baby snoozing his little head off, drooling a little, with lots of mush coating the outside of his mouth. “Did you get any into his mouth?” I joked. “You laugh now… but I purposefully miss just to instill the feeling of helplessness into you.” “So I’m going to end up the same?” “Yup. And probably fast asleep,” she smiled warmly at me. “Drugs in the food too?” I asked, cheekily. “You’re a clever little baby, you know that?” “Drugs in your breastmilk. Drugs in the food. Drugs in everything, I assume. I mean… that’s how you’re so strong, right?” “We do have some technology not available for public use, and yes that includes a lot more advanced pharmaceuticals.” “So it’s nap time after food?” “Yup. So… are you ready?” she asked, holding up the bowl of mush with one hand and the spoon in the other, looking rather excited at the prospect of feeding me. “Can…?” “You want to ask more questions, huh?” she sighed, lowering her hands in disappointment. “Did… did you… did you just join… or… were you Nanny for the year that just left?” “You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, her accent getting rather more Scottish than usual. “Maybe…” “Yes, I was Nanny for a couple of girls in the very first year we opened.” “And where are they now?” “One just got a job in HR here… and the other started her own little bookshop.” “How can you do that after three years of being regressed? Three years of pissing yourself and acting babyish?” “Language… and with our help, of course. We don’t just regress you then send you out, silly. We help you become who you were meant to be. And if that means investing in a career you want, setting you up with connections, or whatever… so be it. We started this to help people, Noah. Helping her start her childhood dream was a small investment into something worth a lot more… someone’s happiness and future.” “Whoever owns this place must be loaded,” I replied. “They are. The board has very deep pockets. So, Noah, I’m going to do everything I can to make your dream a reality once you’re done here. Factory reset you then send you out with all the love and support you need. What have you always wanted to do, ever since you were a kid?” My heart knew exactly what I wanted to say. But my heart will also never accept it. To accept that… would make everything so much scarier than it already is. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself in the mirror, let alone blurted it out to some stranger who kidnapped me and turned me into a giant baby. “Well?” she said, trying to push me to answer. “I… just want to be myself. I want to be happy… with myself…” Best way to lie. Skirt close to the truth but don’t admit to anything. Technically I didn’t lie. Technically I’ve always wanted that. It’s just a few rather large details I chose to leave out as to how I could attain that goal… “Then that’s my promise. I’ll help you find yourself again. To find the happiness I know is within you. We’ll get you started afresh, with a new start, a new lease on life.” I smiled up at Ceres, her cheery optimism was almost infectious. For a second there, I started to believe that maybe… just maybe… I could learn to be happy as myself. That maybe I could find myself… the real me… But that was only a flicker. And as to avoid a very awkward silence, I rushed my humiliating fate along. “So… mush for lunch?” I asked. “Yup, though you should be glad you’re the fourth year here. The first year… we were still ‘fine tuning’ our methods…” “Oh no… what happened?” “They… got actual baby food.” “Wait… so this isn’t…?” “Oh heavens no! That stuff was disgusting. If we were here to torture you, it’d be your main meal… but we want to help you, so we stopped that after a week or two. No, you get mushed up adult food.” “Oh yay… because that’s totally better…” “Trust me, Noah, it really is. I tried the baby food… As soon as I did, I was charging upstairs, to the board, to tell them to switch to something more humane.” “Then on everyone’s behalf here… I thank you!” I said, giggling. “You’re very welcome, sweetie. Now… are you ready?” “I guess so… I suppose I could do with a nap…” “Atta boy…” Ceres said, smiling down at me, as she scooped up a big blob of mush from the bowl with the cute plastic spoon, levelling it out and bringing it in for a landing… in my mouth. “That isn’t half bad…” I said, after swallowing the first bite. Texture was a bit weird, but it genuinely tasted like spaghetti bolognese! “Told you. We have the best chefs here.” “The best chefs… creating pureed adult baby food from actual adult meals? Isn’t that…” I was quickly cut off by a little yawn. Wow… those meds in the food work quickly… “Wasting their talents a bit?” “Hey, they are paid a lot to develop their meals. We ethically source and pay well. And it’s not like they need to work all day, it’s only one set of meals a day. Two for higher years I suppose. But it is made in bulk to save them time and cut costs.” “An ethical kidnapping ring… oh well that changes everything…” I teased. “Oh shush you, you must see the benefit of this place, or at least the potential of it… otherwise you wouldn’t have signed up for the next three months…” “Fine. You got me…” I yawned again. “These must be some strong meds…” “No sweetie, you’re just tired. The meds won’t make you yawn, you’ll just pass out.” “Oh… then fine… let's eat this up so I can go to sleep on a full stomach…” “Good boy…” “I…” “What?” Ceres asked, looking concerned at me. “Don’t like being called that?” “I… no…” “But how am I supposed to praise you?” she replied, sticking out her tongue. “Fine… whatever…” “That’s better. Such a good boy for Nanny! Yes you are! Yes you are!” She sounded so cute and happy and I really didn’t want to let her down or ruin this, so I bottled it up and let her continue. I was so close… but yet again… I gave in at the last moment. After a very lovely forced nap, I woke up to Ollie playing in the playpen, whilst I was still in the crib. Ceres quickly noticed I had woken up and checked my nappy… finding it wet. Guess it’s finally my turn to be humiliated… “Come on then baby…” she said, lifting me into the air as if I weighed no more than an actual small child. “Let’s get that poopy nappy changed!” “Wai…” I replied, realising that I had my dummy in my mouth, unable to remove it. Ceres must have put it in as I was dozing off or something. “Poo- WAI WHA?” “Yes baby, you’ve got a very stinky nappy. Must have been backed up from all the treatments you’ve had since your intake. Don’t worry, Oliver was very much the same.” I looked over Ceres’ shoulder towards Ollie, who was sitting in the playpen, his cheeks bright red. She must have changed him before I woke up. The important question is… how did I not wake up after doing that? Even now I can tell it stinks, now that I’ve woken up enough… So how did I not wake up whilst I voided my bowels? I hadn’t even thought about that. Pissing myself is one thing… breastfeeding another… why hadn’t I even considered the fact that I’ll be forced to shit in my nappies? And as she lay me down on the enormous changing table… I felt like those three months couldn’t come quickly enough. I have to admit though, whilst the thought of shitting myself filled me with dread… and whilst the smell was not fun… I didn’t feel all that bothered by the feeling in my nappy. And weirdly enough… The changing table was very comforting and squishy. Spreading my legs, Ceres quickly went to work untaping the nappy from my waist, pulling it out and making a mock disgusted face, which caused my cheeks to turn yet another shade of red. “Wait… where’s my hair?” I looked down to see all my hair around my… you know… was gone. Shaved completely smooth. “Oh that’s a procedure we do during your induction. Removes all hair down there permanently. Mostly for hygiene. Don’t worry, we can reverse it when you ‘graduate’. Oh and don’t worry baby, this should hopefully be the last stinky nappy. At least… the stinkiest it’ll be…” Ceres said, smiling down at me as she pulled the messy undergarment from under my bum. “Huh?” I asked, still slightly muffled by the dummy in my mouth. “Your food contains a little extra thing that makes your messes a lot more… messy… but also makes it so they smell like barely anything. Do you think we love changing your stinky backsides?” Ceres giggled, rolling up the used nappy and disposing of it in a chute in the wall. “I… hmph…” I replied, pouting as she cleaned me up, making my face turn yet another shade of red. “But don’t worry, you’re a little cutie. I’d change as many of these stinky nappies as needed to get that cute little blush from you!” “Weally?” “Really. You’re a special little guy, Noah.” Okay… so I didn’t appreciate the compliment as much as I would like to… but was… was she hitting on me? Like… does she say this to every person they take in and she has to look after, or am I the first? Did she say this to Oliver before, whilst I was asleep? As I looked over to see Ollie looking up at me, his own cheeks bright red, I swear his face was surprised by her choice of words too. I’m guessing… unless I’m worse at reading people than I thought… but I don’t think she said those words to him. Am… Am I really that special? And even if I was… and let’s just play along with the crazy idea that she’s flirting with me and is actually interested in me… like… where could this go? I’m stuck here for three years. Or three months if I choose that instead. Shitting myself. Pissing myself. Watching my mind go numb playing with baby toys, looking like an overgrown infant. And she’s in control of all of it. Who would be attracted to that? 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Chapter 8: Friend Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- It took Ceres a while to get Ollie to agree to it and calm down… but he was finally relaxing… and nursing from our Nanny. Not going to lie… it was adorable. Watching him curled up in her arms, as she gently rocked him back and forth, the only noises being Ceres humming a little tune and him suckling… I know I was nervous about it earlier, and fuck, I’m still nervous now… but part of me was… jealous? Is that the right term for it? Like… was I actually feeling jealousy from Oliver being breastfed by this gorgeous woman? Unable to keep my eyes off them, I sat there in my crib, watching them. Rubbing his back, stroking his hair… I think I hated myself a little for actually wanting this treatment. Like… I know I’m better off than most of the people here who were taken. If they aren’t bullshitting me… I can leave in three months if I want. But they still kidnapped me. Ceres still drugged me, took away my fucking toilet training, and stuck me in this infantile prison. I should be livid. I should be raging and thrashing and rioting. I should be at least voicing my disdain of such practices… but no… part of me was actually looking forward to what was coming next for me. Like… What will it taste like? I’ve tried baby formula in the past as a joke, that was really sweet. I can’t say I’ve ever tried breast milk since… well… since I was a baby! Will I like it? Ceres made it out to be this special thing, something like I ‘won’t be able to get enough of it’ or something. Was it laced with anything? I mean clearly this place is so technologically advanced… the fact that they can take away my bladder control, make it so Oliver loses his ability to walk if he climbs out the crib, giving our Nannies fucking super strength… What's to say they haven’t biologically engineered some kind of special breast milk? I was lost in my own little world before Ceres brought me back out of it, speaking across the room while she continued to nurse little Ollie. “Noah? You okay there baby? You’re drooling a bit…” “I… I am?” I quickly wiped my mouth and looked away, staring off to the ceiling to avoid eye contact. “Sorry…” “No sweetie, it’s okay. I know what’s going on in that little head of yours…” she smiled over me. ‘I wish you did…’ I thought to myself, as my anxieties and feelings came rushing back. Ollie squirmed a little. He’s probably remembering that there’s another person in here, one who is able to watch everything. “Right, I think that’s about enough for you, baby…” she said to Ollie, gently unlatching him from her breast, before effortlessly lifting him up onto her lap, sitting him down. Gently pulling him forward, she brought him in for what looked like a hug… but then she started to rub his back, causing him to let out a little burp. “Good boy!” And when Ollie was turned back around to face me… his face was bright red. I… I guess it’s my turn… “You’re being such a good boy…” Ceres said as I settled down across her lap and she began fixing her tunic again to give me the other breast. And instantly… my mood was ruined. Desire for this… zero. At least it was for a few seconds, up until she stroked my shoulder-length blonde hair behind my ear, causing me to blush a little, and when I looked up… her breast was out, waiting for me… “Come on, you going to be a good b-” Before I could let her finish that word, I quickly latched on and began suckling, hoping to stop her from repeating that word and ruining everything completely. “D’awww, such a sweet little angel, so eager!” she said as she held me close and began a gentle rocking motion. My body felt so relaxed as I lay there, even with Ollie still in a bit of a shock as he sat in the nearby playpen. After a second or two of suckling, something sweet danced across my tongue, and within moments… I was in Heaven. I mean… was this Heaven? Or maybe even some weird purgatory? Maybe I did end up splatting against the motorway, and this is my punishment…? Some kind of punishment that would be… especially with this delicious milk that was now flowing down my throat. No, I was pretty sure this was real, and I really was experiencing this blissful moment. Even if it’s… well… to put it nicely… fucking weird. Never in my life had I ever imagined being here, suckling some girl’s boobs, enjoying the creamy, sweet milk that flowed into my mouth, making me feel all… compliant… blissful… completely at peace with the world. I’ve known some people into some pretty kinky stuff. You know the things… whips, ropes, a few too many who read that shades book, fluffy handcuffs… my ex was a little bit kinkier than that too, she was very much into submissive guys… and I fit that bill pretty fucking perfectly. But she got bored of things way too quickly, including me. We didn’t do much, though she’d always tell me her fantasies of what she’d like to do… and sure, maybe I’m a little more open minded than most, but I never saw myself getting squirmy and happy as I drank fucking breastmilk. There’s kinky… then there's KINKY. But right now, I didn’t care. This woman could ask anything from me and I would’ve happily obeyed. Maybe I’m more submissive than I thought… “You’re really enjoying it. Are you doing okay, Ollie?” Ceres asked my roommate, who apparently was still sulking in the playpen, avoiding playing with the toys available. Not that I knew at that moment, I still had my face firmly planted in Ceres’ breast, I couldn’t see anything. All I heard in response was a bunch of grumbles, followed by the sound of something hitting the carpeted floor. “Want to try that again, sweetie? We don’t throw toys…” “Sowwy… N… Nanny…” he grumbled in response, knowing he had no way to really fight back against this… this… Goddess. Because I mean come on, she’s as strong as one. “Good boy. You throw toys and you’ll be over my lap for a spanking next time.” “S… spankin?” Ollie replied, fear causing his voice to tremble a little. “Yes sweetie. You don’t think we’d just let you get away with anything here? No, we don’t negotiate with little brats, so we have various punishments for you all if you step out of line too much. “I’ll be good!” “That’s good to hear, Ollie. And what about you, Noah, are you going to behave too?” I was still in my own little world. So I just nodded, without stopping the flow of milk that was radiating my body with warmth and comfort. “Right… little one… time for a bit of playpen time with little Ollie. I’ll be over here, doing some work, just call over if you need anything, okay poppet?” Ceres said as she unlatched my mouth from her breast and sat me up, fixing her top and carrying me over to the playpen, where Ollie was waiting patiently. “Uh… hu… uh huh…” I replied, still in a bit of a daze, wishing that I had gotten more time nursing. But she had insisted that we’d be having this at least two times a day each, in the morning and before bed. Then we’ll be fed in our highchairs at some point in the afternoon. So at least I had something to look forward to later. For now… Ollie and I had our biggest challenge yet. …Finding fun with children’s toys. Ceres and Miss Fraus had warned me that this was going to be the difficult part of staying here, getting used to the boredom. Because babies' lives are boring. Wake up, poop, nap, eat, play with toys, sleep. Repeat. There’s no intellectual stimulus. There’s no social media, no video games, no socialising with friends, no alcohol, no binge watching TV shows, no… look, I’m sure there are a lot more hobbies out there that actual people do, but I could only think up what I’d normally be doing. But then I lived a pretty sad life, hence why I ended up here. So as I was carefully sat down in the playpen, across from where Ollie was set up, I searched the area to see exactly what we’ve got on offer. Maybe there are some building blocks or little plastic bricks or something, something I can be a bit more creative with. Because I’m not sure I could play with action figures. Not yet anyway. Maybe if I go further down the regression hole here, I’ll be able to, but right now there’s no way I’m doing something so ridiculous. Which as I think right now, after what I just did… seems pretty tame in the scale of humiliating acts. And I haven’t even been changed yet. While conscious anyway. There were some blocks, but they were intended for someone much younger in age than I had been hoping. No, these were old school wooden ones. But hey… that was something. There were a few playsets and some really babyish looking plastic toy cars, and some colouring books and some crayons accompanying them. Everything though… clearly aged for only the smallest of babies. Like… not even toddler level. This really was going to be a tough time… I have no idea how much time had passed whilst I played with the blocks, but a short while into it, when Ollie finally gave in after trying to deal with boredom rather than play with some babyish toys, he crawled over to where I was sat, sitting opposite the pile of blocks, and began taking a few to build his own thing. I wanted to speak up, to ask him to join me in building something together… to get to know him more… but I was nervous. I’m not good with new people, and I’m not good at initiating conversations. I usually wait for them to talk to me first, but it seems Ollie wasn’t in a conversational mood today after our humiliating ‘breakfast’. It must have been a good few hours of this though, just passing the time with these silly blocks, building towers then knocking them down, because Ceres walked over from her chair in the corner, where she was working on something on her electronic tablet, and bent over the playpen wall to see what we were making. “Is that… a castle?” Ollie blushed a little and nodded his head. “Well it’s a very lovely castle, Ollie. And Noah? What’s your… tower?” Ceres turned to ask me. “I jus’ like building towers as high as I can… then knocking them over,” I replied, smiling up at my Nanny. “Good to see. Why don’t you try building something fancy like Ollie?” I wanted to, believe me, I really wanted to. But I’m not very good at it. Well… I thought I was, then I saw Ollie’s castle and now I feel pretty useless. But that’s normal for me. Always comparing myself. Always putting myself down because I’m not as good as others. So I shook my head at Ceres and continued building my tower. “Well you’ll have to finish playing after you’ve finished eating.” Ollie’s face turned bright red as his eyes opened wide in shock. “I… buh…” “No sweetie, you’ll get that later. For now I need to feed you in your highchair…” And Ollie’s face did not change shade, instead he slowly turned to look at the highchairs that awaited us, trembling a little. So… trying my best to be there for my new ‘friend’... I crawled around the pile of blocks between us, plopped my padded butt next to him, then placed my hand on his, suppressing his shaking. “I’ll be right there going through it too. You can do this…” And a flicker of hope filled my heart as he turned to me for the first time in what seemed like hours… and smiled at me. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 7: Trigger Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “So… Noah…” Ollie brought me out of my little daze long enough to see he had moved over to the side of his crib, pulled himself up a bit, and was resting his arms and head on the crib railing, staring at me. “Yeah?” I replied, nervously. I was always bad at talking to new people. “What do you really think about this place?” “I told you already.” “Yeah, but the woman isn’t here. So… stop playing nice and tell me, what do you think of this place?” “Ollie… I was being genuine before… I really do think this place could help us. To let us grow up again, become better people, without certain influences, with a fresh start… and hey, after struggling with bills for so long, I’m happy I don’t have to pay them…” “It must have been pretty bad for you before coming here to actually look forward to being a giant baby, forced to shit yourself…” “Yeah, it was,” I said, cutting him off. “And maybe I’ll tell you why sometime. But I’m telling you… being forced to sh- poop yourself and act like a baby and play with toys… doesn’t sound that bad. Boring, maybe. But not bad.” “You’re way too optimistic about this place. How are you not freaking out?” “Why aren’t you optimistic?” “Because I’ve had ‘help’ before. And it usually comes at a cost.” “You say that as if you speak from experience…” “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve had my dad be a drunken jerk too many times. Maybe it rubbed off on me. Maybe my friends abandoned me at my lowest point. Maybe they stabbed me in the back one final time, promising that it would ‘help’.” “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want… they make sure we don’t have to pressure each other into telling.” “And you think that’ll fly here? Ceres told me there are worse guys here. Drugs, sexual deviants… I think I’m probably one of the good guys compared to what she hinted at. You… you’re not one of the creepy ones, right? I don’t have to worry about waking up in my crib with your junk hovering over my face, right?” “I assure you… I’m not like that. And I’m not here for violence. Or drugs. Or anything like that.” “So what are you in here for? Theft?” he asked. I gave him one look. “Sorry, Noah. Just asking. But fine… don’t wanna piss off the Nanny…” “You don’t like her, do you?” “And you do? She kidnapped me. Just as I was leaving the police station.” “Police station?” I asked, trying to sound ignorant and oblivious. “May have… caused an incident in town one night out. It was only minor. But as it was my… ah I lost count of how many times I had been warned… They were finally going to charge me. And then in comes our heroic Nanny… bailing me out, making my whole record disappear somehow… and suddenly I’m being drugged and taken away. Only to wake up in this fucking weirdo asylum.” I did not appreciate that word. But I held it together. “But she’s going to help you…” I replied. “At what cost? My sanity? Will I be the same person I was when I ‘grow up’ again? Will they even let us leave at all? I don’t know if you’ve noticed… There are no windows here. There weren’t any in the cells. We could be stuck down here forever. And with the power and money they apparently have… no one would know where we are.” Yeah. I had thought of this. But when you’ve hit rock bottom. Or at least close to it (with rock bottom being the motorway I nearly landed on)... you kinda stop caring. Sure, if this place seemed like some creepy torture asylum, where they harvested body parts or did twisted experiments on us… yes I’d be fucking terrified. But I’m wearing a rather comfortable nappy… something I never thought I’d think… ever… and I’m warm, cosy, I’ve got no job to get up for, no bills to pay, no pressure to go out and socialise. I just get to hang out here, with some really cute Scottish girl who is also apparently now my Nanny, and a cute guy who I have the opportunity to be best friends with as we live together for the next three years. So yes, I’m okay if we just stay here forever. It’s better than my life. And it’s better than whatever awaits me after it. And maybe… Just maybe… They'll be able to help me. “Whatever. I’m going to have a look around… I bet the door is locked but I still want to explore…” “Ollie… she said-” “Yes, I know what she said, but it can’t be that bad. What’s she going to do? Give me a spanking? Please… I’ve jerked off to worse.” Cringeyness put aside, I got up onto my knees and held tightly to the crib railing. “Ollie… you really shouldn’t…” “Ha… why’s that?” he replied. “Because they’re watching!” That got him shook. He started looking around. “They’ve probably got cameras everywhere. You think they won’t have them in our nurseries?” Yes, sure, I gave away a little secret, but maybe it’ll get him to behave. It was a minor one. And I only hinted at the possibility. Though as I said it… I could feel Miss Fraus’ gaze burrowing into the back of my skull. “I… well… I don’t care!” he replied as he lifted one leg over the railing. “They can watch me get the hell out of this… fucking… crib!” The other leg was over, and he slowly lowered himself to the nursery floor. “See! What’d I tell ya? Want a hand getting out? I could-” Before he could finish that sentence, as soon as he took one step towards me, reaching his hand out… he collapsed. His legs just… gave way… as he fell to the soft carpeted floor, looking terrified. “What… what the fuck?” “That…” Ceres said as she entered the room once again. “Is what happens when little babies think they can go walkabout…” “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY FUCKING LEGS?” Ceres didn’t say a word, instead she just slowly sauntered over to the panicking adult baby and reached down, grabbing his dummy… and inserting it into his mouth. Ollie’s eyes widened in panic, and it looked like he was trying to spit it out, but couldn’t for some reason. “What… did you… do to him… Nanny?” I asked, nervously, scared she was going to do something similar to me for blabbing about the camera or something. “I won’t tolerate such foul language from my charges, sweetie.” “What’s the dummy doing? Why can’t he remove it?” I asked, picturing the dummy inflating or something when inserted. Ollie was still sitting on his padded backside, unable to stand, instead focusing completely on trying to remove the baby blue dummy stuck in his mouth. “It’s a trigger, sweetie.” “A trigger? Like… hypnosis?” “Exactly! It’s the same reason his legs no longer work. He can’t even crawl right now.” “When… when did you…?” “When we brought you all in for processing. It’s also played into the nursery whilst you sleep.” “WAIT… WHAT?” I… may have been a bit too loud, and I quickly began to regret my actions, as Ceres walked over to me, bent over the crib, then proceeded to place my dummy in my mouth, just like she did Ollie. I could’ve tried fighting back… but… I needed to let go. I needed to let the process happen. To heal me. I had to behave. And if that means getting forcibly pacified by some cute Scottish girl… so be it. “Right, little ones. Day one. This is where you learn what the actual rules here are.” I gulped… I think a little too audibly. “Don’t worry, Noah. They’re not that bad. First of all… always listen to grown ups. If you don’t, you will be punished. Secondly… don’t try to leave your cribs when you’ve been put in them by me or another Nanny, otherwise the hypnosis will kick in and you will fall to the floor.” “Hip…no…sis?” I asked, trying very awkwardly to talk around this dummy lodged in my mouth, the one I really tried to remove… but couldn’t. It really was like a mental block was making it impossible to remove it, as it barely filled my mouth, physically it should be possible… but something she had done to me was making me unable to do it myself. Which made me worry about what else they’ve put in our heads… “Yes, sweetie, hypnosis. We are an advanced facility. But we are also one that genuinely cares for you and wants you to succeed. Now I can’t tell you exactly what we’ve programmed into your little heads, but I assure you… it’s nothing that will hurt you or force you into anything devious.” “P… pwomise?” I asked. “I pinky promise, angel.” I hadn’t been pinky promised since I was really little, back when my Mum would do it to me. It was always the highest level of promise too… surely Ceres wouldn’t make such a thing without really meaning it? “...okay…” “WHY YOU ACKSHEPT DIS SO EASIWY?” Ollie yelled, as best he could anyway, due to the large pacifier still stuck in his mouth. “They have compwete controwl… wook what dey did to your wegs…” Ollie just pouted back. “Oliver…” Ceres said, kneeling down next to him, “I pinky promise, I’m here to take care of you. I’m here to look after you. I won’t hurt you, but you need to be a good boy, okay?” Ollie took one look at me, so I nodded at him, smiling around the dummy in my mouth. “Fine…” he grumbled. “Sowwy… for twying… for being a dick…” “That dummy is staying in until you learn not to cuss, sweetheart. Now let's get you changed first, then you can be the first one for breakfast. My cheeks went bright red as I realised what Ceres meant by that. Ollie… Ollie was in the dark about it all still. And oh boy… was he in for the shock of his life. He thinks this change is going to be bad… just wait til he finds out what’s for breakfast… As Ollie lay there on the changing table, I looked away to make him feel better and less embarrassed. “Noah, Ollie… you better get used to seeing each other be changed. No use turning away each time. Babies don’t care about modesty.” “I… another time…” I said, thankful that Ceres had removed my dummy, allowing me to speak at least, before she lifted Ollie up. Ollie’s face when she effortlessly lifted him up… priceless. Part of me wished I was watching his face for this nappy change, because he was no doubt going to be bright red. He looked soaked already, but then this really beautiful girl changing his soggy nappy… oh he is going to blush so hard… Thankfully, she had already changed me during the night, so I had a bit more time to process this and prepare myself mentally for it. That didn’t stop me from doing a quick double check to make sure I really am dry… yup. Dry. For now. “Nanny?” I asked. “Yes baby?” “Wha other fings do we hafta know?” “Why? What are you wanting to ask?” “Umm… why did I wake up wet? And Ollie too… if umm… was it the sleepy medication you gave us?” “Oh hun… You got a little more than that. Don’t you remember your injections?” “I… wait… I thought they were some kind of booster thing or some kind of thing to help us with living in a basement without sunlight…” “Silly little thing. No, baby, they were to remove your control.” “Contwol?” Ollie asked, finally speaking up as Ceres was still changing him. “Yes little Ollie… now you won’t be able to control when you go potty.” “WHA?” “Sweetie… calm down…” she warned him, and all I could hear was an awkward silence, as if absolutely nothing was going on behind me. “Sowwy…” “Good boy. But yes. You’re back to square one. No potty control. You’ll rely on us for everything, little sweethearts. Food, changes, bathing, getting out of your crib… But don’t worry, eventually we’ll potty train you again. We have to, if we’re sending you back out into the world as better people. Can’t have a bunch of bedwetting successful adults waddling around, can we?” Ceres began giggling, all whilst Ollie and I squirmed and blushed in complete silence. “Aaaaaand done!” Ceres exclaimed, followed with a noise of something being patted. “You can turn around now, Noah.” As I did, I saw a mortified Ollie, his cheeks bright red, as he tried his best to look away from both me and Ceres. “Noah, you still seem dry. So you can wait. Your feeding will make sure you wet your nappy anyway. So why don’t I get started with little Ollie here, then I can feed you, sweetie?” I blushed and looked down at the crib mattress, trying to avoid eye contact so badly with this woman who seemed determined to press all my buttons. “Wha… wha do we get for foods?” Ollie said, still sucking on his dummy. “Come along… and I’ll show you…” Ceres said, lifting the guy off the table with barely a strain, carrying him over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, and sitting back in it, positioning him across her lap, cradling him. And as she began unbuttoning her tunic, Ollie’s brain quickly put two and two together… …and he began to frantically squirm in the woman’s arms, trying to get away from her. ====================================================== You're all so skeptical... Would I really lure you all into a false sense of security and be evil with my story? 👼 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 6: Oliver Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I awoke in an unfamiliar place. But as my eyes began adjusting once again, I realised I was in the same place as I was last night. Must say… It was weird waking up with bars surrounding me, keeping me in. It was weirder still waking up to find myself still dressed in the same ridiculously babyish outfit I was dressed in yesterday. What was the weirdest thing though… was that I no longer felt a heaviness between my legs as I scooched up in my crib a bit. “I…” “Good morning, sweetie…” Ceres said as she wandered over from the changing table, where it appeared she had been organising it or something like that. “How did you sleep?” “I… umm… pretty good?” I wasn’t lying either. For the first time in forever, if you don’t count the forced sleep I had at the hands of the Doctor yesterday… I actually slept well. “Good! Don’t worry about getting up or anything. The first week is pretty relaxed. Just sit there in your crib, relax, get used to this place. You’re going to be spending a lot of time in here, so you may as well start to think of it as your nursery.” “What about…?” “Ollie? Poor thing is still tuckered out. He was a bit of a brat when we had to get his nappy on, and even more so when we told him his fate here.” “So… umm…” I said, nervously trailing off a bit. “Yes, Noah?” “Can I ask a few more questions?” “The time for your questions was last night, sweet baby.” “I… umm… please?” I asked, using my best pleading face alongside the cute voice. “Provided they’re not about what we talked about last night…” “I mean… a bit?” She took one look at me and sighed. I always seemed to have this effect on people. I used to do it to my Mum all the time and she’d give in almost instantly. “Okay fine, but quickly before Oliver wakes up. He isn’t allowed to know any of the truth behind this place, not until he graduates anyway.” “Firstly… What story did you tell Ollie? You never said what you told him and the rest of them… so what story am I supposed to go with?” “Oh… well aren’t you a clever little baby! I guess we didn’t. Okay well… just that you’re in here because you’re being regressed. Didn’t give a specific timeframe to him, didn’t tell him exactly what will happen, only that you’re going to be treated like babies. No specific details other than that. That you were all naughty in some way and needed reraising. Oh and they don’t know there are two years of people above them like you do.” “Okay…” “And your other questions?” “Umm… did… did you…?” I really struggled to say this one. It was too embarrassing. “Did I what, precious?” “Did you… ch… cha…” “Change you? Yes sweetie. You were out like a light, and I didn’t want you sleeping in a wet nappy for that long. So I carried you to the changing table.” “And I didn’t wake up at all during it?” “Nope. The sleepy medication was still in your system, so you were pretty out of it.” “So… you’re gonna be… umm… that… umm… intimate? Every time?” “Yes baby. That’s what Nannies do. But don’t worry, I’ve seen it all.” “I…” I did not like the idea of her seeing me like that. I already felt bad just thinking about anything to do with that before I was kidnapped here. But now… this… ugh… I was going to have to get used to this. I’ll swallow my disgust and just deal with it I guess. I’ve handled worse. She seems pretty accepting and lovely though, so maybe if it’s too much… maybe… she’ll figure a way to make it less uncomfortable for me? “Do you have any more questions?” she asked, bringing me out of my little trance. Okay. This is the most embarrassing one. Because if it's what I think it is… I’m going to die of embarrassment today, let alone make it through three months of this. “You said… Last night… umm… n… n… n…” I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breasts as I mumbled and stuttered and struggled to say what I needed to say. They really were big enough to… do what I think she meant… but maybe I’m mistaken and she meant via a bottle or something? “I was wondering if you picked up on that last night,” she said, giggling and smiling down at me. “Yes sweetie, you are expected to do that. All the nannies take special medication so we can feed our charges.” “I… umm…” “Oh dear, I think I broke my baby already…” Her adorable giggling wasn’t helping. “But don’t worry, poppet, you’ll love it. Trust me. You probably won’t be able to get enough of it. Luckily I have enough for two…” “So what… you’re nursemaids, nannies, therapists, guardians… and apparently strong enough to lift me up and carry me to the changing table? Do they post an advert on a job site or something? ‘Looking for Nanny. Must be able to nurse an adult, lift them, and also play therapist?’” Thankfully, she found this hilarious as she began laughing loudly. Loudly enough for it to cause Oliver in the crib over the other side of the nursery to stir. “I… uhh… what the…?” he mumbled to himself as he instinctively spat the dummy out and rolled over onto his side, facing me, his eyes still shut. “What the hell…” As his eyes opened, I stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to greet this complete stranger who was apparently supposed to be my nursery-mate for the next three years. So all I could manage was a little wave and a very awkward smile. “I… who are you? What am… Oh fuck!” “Language…” Ceres warned him, sternly. “Fuck! I thought I dreamt it! It’s you! You kidnapped me!” “Yes, and I also told you what happens to naughty little boys who cuss and swear…” she growled at him as he bolted upright, backing up against the wall of his crib in fear. “So… it was all true? We’re…” “Being re-raised? Yup…” I answered, finally speaking up. “Ceres… who is that?” he replied, pointing over at me, as if I was some scary person. Which… I must admit… hurt a little. “I told you, we had a last minute addition. He’s your new roommate. You two will share this nursery together.” “I… umm…” I figured I’d break the ice first. Usually I’d rely on others to do so, as I’m a very anxious person and the thought of being confident and forward with new people scares the absolute shit out of me, but right now… Oliver desperately needs a bit of reassurance. If I was going to help him through this, if I was going to fulfil my promise to Miss Fraus and Ceres… I needed to be there for him. To be a positive influence. They did, after all, say all he needs is a good influence, to have someone there for him. And I know I barely know the guy… but I’d like to think I’m a good judge of character, and he looks like he’s not that bad. And hey… he’s kinda cute with his lil onesie and bedhead. “Hi… I’m Noah…” “Ollie…” he replied. Good sign. Especially as he referred to himself as ‘Ollie’ and not ‘Oliver’. I assume if he had said ‘Oliver’, he would’ve been a bit more standoffish and less open to being friends. ‘Ollie’ is probably something his friends call him. And by the look on Ceres’ face… she was thinking the same thing as me. “So I guess we’re roommates? It’s… umm… nice to meet you…” I replied, awkwardly, not knowing what to say. I told you I’m anxious. Just because I said I’d push past it doesn’t mean I’ll be any good at it. “You mean if you ignore the fact that we were KIDNAPPED?” Ceres gave him another stern look as she stood between our two cribs, looking back and forth between us both. “I mean… sure… but is it that bad, really?” I replied to him. “We’re forced to sh- poop ourselves, and we sleep in cribs. I’d say that's pretty bad…” Ollie replied, rolling his eyes at me. “But no job. No responsibilities. No bills. No social media. No temptations. No dealing with family or drama.” “You’re awfully relaxed for someone who got kidnapped here. What’d you do to get put in here anyway?” Ceres cut me off before I could say anything. “Ollie… we don’t ask that here. We don’t pressure people to tell their story. Not yet anyway. If Noah wants to share his reason for being brought here, he can. When he’s ready though. Okay? And the same goes for you.” “Sorry…” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of us. He seemed genuinely sorry, which confirmed my suspicions… he really does seem like a good guy who just got into a little bit too much trouble a few too many times. I was very thankful for Ceres too, I was about to go blabbing about nearly jumping off a bridge to this stranger. I imagine that wouldn’t have gone over well, he’d probably think I’m crazy… “Hey, it’s okay!” I replied, smiling back at him. “Maybe I’ll tell you another time. I… just see this place as a second chance… a fresh start…” “But… being treated like a baby? Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird?” he replied, shrugging. “I mean… I’m wearing a wet fu- I mean… a wet nappy…” “Good boy…” Ceres smiled at him, praising him for holding back his language. Damn… if she had gotten him conditioned this quickly… Why do they need three years of this? Surely a week or a month of this and we’d all be good little boys and girls? “No, you’re not the only one, Ollie,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring and friendly to him. “It is very weird. But… I guess it could be weirder? We could’ve been kidnapped and sold off to rich people. We could’ve been abused, treated like cattle… they could’ve sold our organs… I mean think of what could have happened… but no, the most they wanna do is baby us? To make us better people? I’d say that’s us getting off easy…” “Getting off easy would be not being kidnapped at all…” he grumbled. “Yes but I assume you did something to be here?” I asked, taking a little bit of a risk with my questioning. “You don’t have to tell me, obviously… but I assume it was serious enough to be here?” “I guess… but…” “Yes, sure, we’re here. Dressed as big babies. With Nannies who are strong enough to lift us…” “Wait, really?” his eyes shot open as he looked up at Ceres. “Yeah…” Shit. I suddenly worried I had already messed up this whole thing of me pretending not to know much. Thankfully, Ceres came in and saved me once again. “Noah needed a change, so I took him to the changing table. He was as surprised as you are now.” “How? You’re barely taller than he is! And I’m sorry dude… but even I would struggle to lift you up by the looks of it.” I felt a little bad after that. First the ‘dude’ thing, then the comment about my weight. Sure, I know I’m not big. I’m also not skinny either. But I do have a bit of a tummy and technically I am overweight thanks to that useless BMI thing the doctors use. “Elysium is capable of some very special things. Nannies being strong enough to lift you all is one of many,” Ceres said, trying to be as vague as possible apparently. And she was nailing it. “I guess that’s code for ‘I’m going to be constantly surprised and scared out of my gourd’?” Ollie replied, sighing. “Pretty much, yes kiddo. For example… you may not want to try to get out of your crib by yourself… but for now, you two talk for a bit. Nanny has to go attend a little morning meeting with the other Nannies. You two are up earlier than planned, but that’s okay, just means more time to get to know each other. Now Ollie…” Ceres walked over to Ollie, bent over the crib railing, and stuck a couple of fingers into the legband of his nappy, taking him by surprise. “I’ll change you after my meeting, kiddo. Then you can have breakfast…” As she left, my mind began thinking back to what she had said. And as I did so… for some reason… a little drool began slipping out of the corner of my mouth. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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He's 26, it says so in chapter two. He's got blonde hair long enough to put in a ponytail, which is mentioned in chapter 1. He is 5'9, also stated in an earlier chapter. I don't mention his weight yet I don't think, but he's only slightly overweight.

Yeah having free healthcare is the best. Just a shame our free healthcare hates trans people. We know some basics of what he looks like.

Chapter 5: Promise Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Silence. The only thing making any noise right now was that other guy… ‘Ollie’. He was sleeping soundly enough, barely making a noise, but due to the deafening silence… that’s all I could hear and focus on. He looked so peaceful. So… happy? Just sleeping there… sucking on his dummy… His jet black hair was tucked behind his ear, showing his rather youthful face. Gotta say, he looked almost… cute? Would… would I be that cute? Wait, what am I saying, I’m already dressed just like him. So… Do I look as cute as he does? I’d probably say no, but I’m not exactly unbiased when it comes to my own appearance. I still believe I’m the ugliest creature ever created, despite how many people say how cute I am. Looking around the room, trying to distract myself from that question, I took in this very infantile room. This… nursery… was ours, I guess? We’d be sleeping here… playing here… being changed… oh god… I actually have to use these nappies? From the stacks of spare ones underneath the large wooden changing table… I’m going to assume I will have to eventually, though from the weight of mine… I’ve got a feeling I must have already done so during my sleep, probably because of the sleep meds they gave me. I… wet… a nappy… my nappy… Now, I’m guessing most people would be freaking out right about now. And I’m not talking about the whole ‘kidnapped and reraised into better people’ thing. I think just the act of wetting your nappy, even consciously… would send most people into a panic. I… just didn’t care at this point. It was either this… or I’d be in a casket six feet under the ground. And with the promise that I’ll get better after this, as fucked up as this is, I mean can you blame me for wanting to give it a go? If it doesn’t work… I’ve got free room and free food. And I’m having everything taken care of for me for the first time since my Mum was alive. Sure, the requirements to get all that are a bit… unusual… but hey… I’m not exactly hating the feeling of this wet nappy between my legs right now. Ask me again later when I need to go number two though. Maybe I’ll think differently. Then just as I was prodding my already soaked nappy, trying to get used to this weird, but slightly pleasant feeling… the door opened. And it wasn’t Ceres. “Good evening, Noah,” she said. “Umm… hi?” I replied, nervously, as the woman walked over and sat down in Ceres’ place. Her whole demeanour was very different to Ceres. She seemed a lot more… official, if that’s the right word? She looked like she was more upper management than one of the ones on the floor. But the thing about her… is whilst she wore a gorgeous black fitted suit, which hugged her curves perfectly and matched her black heels… She also wore a veil that was attached to a small feminine hat, which obscured her face and hair. Which to me was a little weird and a little scary. She was clearly hiding something. “I’m Miss Fraus,” she said, with her voice just oozing confidence. She had clearly worked on it for years to get it sounding so demanding and dominant. “Not ‘Nanny’?” I asked. “No, Noah. Miss. I’m on the board for Elysium.” “Elysium? I heard Joy talking about Elysium. Is that what this place is called?” “Yes, it is.” ”You’re also avoiding the cute little pet names like Ceres does, I’ve noticed…” “Yes, I am.” “And why is that?” “Because, Noah, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m going to treat you like an adult, because honestly… you shouldn’t have been brought here in the first place.” “That’s not what Ceres said.” “And Ceres got a stern talking to, believe me. But… she also wasn’t wrong.” “Okay, now you’ve got me a little confused. Am I supposed to be here or not? Will you kick me out? Wipe my mind with some fancy little device?” “Ceres did something she shouldn’t have. But for the right reasons. And after going through your history, your medical records, and watching you with her…” “Watching me?” She pointed up, above her head, without even turning around. And my heart nearly stopped beating at the tiny little black dot in the corner of the nursery. “We watch everywhere. If you want to stay, you will have to get used to it. You will also not divulge this information, or any information I give to you to any other resident here. Okay?” “I…” “I said, okay? Because otherwise… I will wipe your mind and leave you somewhere with only your name and the clothes on your back.” I couldn’t tell if she was joking or if she was being serious. Her voice made it sound like she was serious, and I couldn’t see her face still, it was still being obscured by the veil. “I… okay,” I replied, nervously. “You… are getting information no other new starter would get.” “Aren’t you scared Ollie will wake up and hear?” “Ollie won’t be waking up until morning, trust me.” “I… okay.” “You know what this place is. We heard your conversation with Ceres. And we genuinely believe… This institute can help you. I believe Ceres can help you. But due to your… circumstances… I am bending the rules for the first time ever… and giving you enough information as to allow you to give consent to our treatment.” “What about the others? Do they not get to consent?” “Some of the others have earned criminal records. The others can be violent. The others would choose to leave in a heartbeat if they were given the opportunity… and they would get worse out there in the world. So we keep them here. Against their will, yes. Because we would be doing a disservice if we allowed such behaviour to continue, when we have the power to stop it. Now trust me, we don’t take in people we believe we can’t save. Extremely violent ones, rapists, murderers, those kinds of people aren’t considered for our treatment.” “What about Ollie? So he can’t leave? What did he do that earned himself three years in a nursery? Didn’t he just get drunk or something?” “Ollie… had a bit of an issue with drinking. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but when he’s drunk he gets a little… problematic, to put it nicely. I don’t share others' pasts. At some point though, they will need to look back at what they have done and learn from it. Learn to be better. And our regression therapy will help them become better people.” “So… Ollie just doesn’t drink and voila! Problem solved. No need for regression or kidnapping him.” “Hun… if it was that easy we wouldn’t be here. Ollie’s friends tried to help. But one too many times… he got involved with the police. And now he’s facing criminal charges for one drunken mistake. We saved him from prison time and once he’s finished his three years here, he’ll be free to be a new man, and won’t want to drink again.” “So it’s basically one prison for another…”I sighed, rolling my eyes at this ‘Miss Fraus’. “I’d like to think we’re infinitely better than a prison. We like to… nurture… our residents.” I could almost hear the smile behind the veil. The one I couldn’t see… but knew was there. “Right. So. You take people, illegally, and treat them like babies. Then you let them go. What’s your success rate?” “One hundred percent.” Bullshit. No treatment has a one hundred percent success rate. …Right? “And how long have you been going?” “You’re our fourth year now.” “So three years of one hundred percent… wow. And why do you think this will work on me and my issues? I don’t have issues with the law, I have a… kinda steady job… I have… had a girlfriend. I just…” “Sweetie…” There’s the softness I knew was there. No one could run a place like this without having some kindness in their heart. Unless they were all lying through their teeth and this was going to be actual torture… “Yes?” “You tried to walk off a bridge last night. You need help. And the NHS is not helping. No one is. You’re alone. You have been since-” “Don’t,” I warned her, sternly. “See. You need help. And I genuinely believe we can help. So as Ceres promised… three months. If in three months you feel like we aren’t helping, like this isn’t working… you may leave. Provided you sign some NDA’s… of course. You give me three months, and don’t tell anyone about our little conversation or what you know about this place already… and if you don’t want to stay by the time it reaches Christmas, you can leave.” I didn’t know if I could trust this woman. Who says she’ll actually let me leave in three months if that’s what I want? Who says she won’t keep me here the full three years against my will? “But…” she continued, “If you choose to stay at that point, you will stay for the full duration, okay?” “Okay… couple more questions.” “Okay sweetie, but then that’s it.” “So we get treated like babies. We have to… use… umm…” “You will have to wet and mess your nappies, yes. Though it’s clear you’re already used to and accepting the former.” “I… look… I was expecting worse…” I replied, blushing a little, my cheeks burning up. “You took it surprisingly well, I must admit. Usually the others are screaming and shouting and threatening us.” “Will… Ollie be like that?” “Maybe? He doesn’t react well to things out of his control. So I was going to ask… could you help him?” “Ha… wait, what? You want me to betray the guy I may be sharing a room with for three years? To manipulate him into being a ‘good little boy’?” “Yes.” “Wow… not even going to sugarcoat it, eh?” “Nope. You don’t have to, of course, but then you’ll be stuck with a very awkward roommate, one who may end up gagged and tied into his crib. Not much conversation at that point.” “I… will try to be there for him. That’s all though. I’m not pushing him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.” “I knew you’d say that. Like I said, you’re not supposed to be here, Noah. You’re too good of a person to need a place here. It’s other people who have let you down and betrayed you that have caused you to be here. So yes, that’s fine. Ollie is a good lad… but he needs a bit of guidance. Ceres can only do so much. And if you’re a good influence… Maybe he’ll be good too. Right, is that everything?” “I…” I wanted to ask about something. But… Now was not the right time. I was still a bit shaken from being kidnapped and told I’m going to spend at least three months as an adult baby… to come out and say what I wanted to say… would be too much. “No. I think that’s it. Could… and I know this is silly. Because you could just lie, you could manipulate me, and I’m not in any position to argue. You don’t even have to let me go, you could keep me here forever… but could you please promise me something?” “Promise you what, sweetheart?” “Promise me… this will help me. Promise me and I will sign anywhere you need to sign. It’s not like I have any other options outside going back to that bridge. I’m willing to give anything a shot. Even if it’s as ridiculous as wearing a nappy and shitting myself.” “Language…” she warned me, sternly. “Sorry. Just… please? I need it.” Miss Fraus stood up, walked over to the crib, bent over the rails, cupped my face with her hand, and whispered to me softly. “I will personally make sure of it, sweetheart.” ------------------------------- After she had left, the tingles in my body still stuck around for a minute or so, long enough for Ceres to walk back in. “Now sweetie, do you think you can go back to sleep now? It’s late for you, and you’ve got a busy tomorrow,” Ceres said, in her soft Scottish accent. “It is?” I couldn’t tell the time, the lack of windows made it difficult to tell what time it was. And with the enforced sleep I had earlier from the Doc… my body clock was all messed up. “What… are we doing? If you can tell me of course…” I asked. “You spend the first week in here. It’s all about you adapting to being a baby again, and allowing me to take care of you. You’ll get used to your new diet, your lack of walking, being changed, being nursed, all that fun stuff. It’s also the time for you to get to know Ollie, as you should only ever see me and him in the first week. You shouldn’t see Miss Fraus again for a while, if ever.” “What about after the first week?” “Next week you’ll be allowed into the playroom, though only on the boys side.” This made my stomach churn. I did not like the sound of that. I was hoping I’d be able to go hang out with the girls straight away… but it’s looking like it’ll be a while before that happens. “You’ll make friends with the other boys…” she said, not noticing me shivering with disgust as she said ‘other’, “... and then eventually you’ll merge with the girl’s side in the middle playroom, though that’s around the one month mark, depending on progress made on both sides.” “So the girls… and the boys… are split?” “Yes hun. The girls' nurseries are on the other side of the basement. It gives them a bit of space from the boys, so they feel safer.” ‘What about me? Why do I have to feel unsafe?’ I thought to myself as she just smiled at me, hovering above me, leaning on the crib rail. But of course I couldn’t tell her that. I can’t tell her why I don’t want to be here, with Ollie… with the boys… “You okay, baby?” she asked, sounding concerned. “Yeah…” I sighed. “You sure?” “I’m fine,” I replied, smiling at her, putting my best fake smile on. The one I’m used to at this point. “Well let’s get you tucked in. I won’t read you a bedtime story tonight, as you’re supposed to be asleep like Ollie.” She quickly lowered the crib rail so she could tuck me in properly, even going as far as tucking my covers under me… …Just like Mum used to… “Noah?” she said, looking me in the eye as she raised the crib rail now that I was all snuggly. “Yes… Nanny?” “I’m glad you decided to stay. And that you’re willing to give this a shot.” Her smile… her voice… I genuinely believed she was happy for me right now. And that alone… that was going to give me the drive to at least see these next three months through. She left quietly, turning the already dim lights completely off, before closing and locking the door behind me. I felt so peaceful, so comfy… And then I realised I hadn’t been changed yet. I was going to have to wait until morning to get out of this soggy nappy. God I hope it doesn’t give me a rash or anything. Surely they wouldn’t let that happen? Shrugging, I lay my head back, closed my eyes… and it was at that moment that my brain replayed a little snippet from our conversations tonight. ‘What did she mean by… nursing?’ ====================================================== Just for clarity: Current wait times for a first appointment for UK Gender services... about 5-8 years depending on where you live. And even then, we are still treated like a mental illness. And the appointments are dehumanising. And they don't offer the most up to date medication for trans people. Trust me, as someone who has gone through the gender clinics... it sucks. So bad. And trans kids can't even access gender affirming care anymore here. Our country was very anti-trans to begin with, but it's getting even worse now. And it's even worse over the other side of the pond right now. Hence why some people (like Noah), may try to talk themselves out of being trans. I realised I was trans over a decade ago, but even then, back when trans people were starting to be more accepted, I found it easier to just not transition, to doubt myself, to pretend I wasn't trans. Obviously that changed eventually, but I did tell you I put a lot of myself in this story. Noah's feelings did not come from nowhere. Also, please remember this is a fictional story. I know there are a lot of health problems with locking someone in a basement for a year, but this is also an institute who can give super strength to their Nannies and has access to advanced technology. 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It is? We're only four chapters in an there was a lot of dark stuff happening I don't see how thats nice! Trans woman And speaking as a trans woman from the UK... our mental health services and especially our gender clinics are terrible. Like... absolutely horrendous. Extremely long waiting lists (talking years, not weeks or months). And even then, conventional therapy doesn't always work, especially for trans people. Because a lot of therapists don't know how to help trans people. I've personally had some terrible mental health practitioners that make me doubt all professionals. And I'm not the only trans person from the UK to suffer this, I know that for a fact. Hit the nail on the head with all these, well done :3 Especially regarding the traumatic experiences thing with trans people. As for the reality of this place? I'm sure it'll all be revealed soon enough. Though this is a much longer story than my usual (I'm already like 40 chapters into writing it and I'm *maybe* half way :P) so maybe it won't be revealed for a while...

Chapter 4: Induction Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I saw Mum. Whatever they did to me… I saw her again. Once I had drifted off to sleep, I dreamt I was back at home, when I was younger. I must’ve been nine at the most. And Mum was still there. So was Dad, but his face was blurry. And in that dream, I was helping Mum make jam tarts with the leftover pastry from dinner. It was one of my favourite things to do with her, and I would always sneak a bit of jam into my mouth with my fingers when she wasn’t looking. I’m pretty sure she knew, but she’d always keep quiet and pretend she hadn’t noticed. “Noah, dear, mind getting me the jam from the fridge?” she said, with her angelic voice that always made me feel safe and at home. The same voice I hadn’t heard in… years… And as soon as she asked, I began crying. I miss her. I miss her voice. I miss… everything about it. “Noah, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” she asked me as she knelt down, wiping my tears from my cheek with her sleeve. “You’re going to cry all over your pretty dress…” And that’s when I knew it wasn’t real. That’s when my memories of my adult life came rushing back, flooding my mind with sadness and regret. If I had just known back then… and if I had told her… maybe I could’ve had that childhood… Maybe if I had known back then, Dad would’ve been more supportive with my Mum being there. Maybe if I had known back then… she would’ve been supportive, maybe she would’ve loved me more instead of the son she had. I know she loved me back then… but looking back… even if I didn’t realise it, I wasn’t her son. Not really. So as I stood in our little kitchen at home, crying my eyes out, wishing things could have been different… she reached in and kissed me gently on the cheek, making my heart feel whole again. “You’ll always be my special little Princess,” she said, as the house, my Dad, my Mum, and the jam tarts we were making… all faded away. “Oh hi there little sleepyhead…” A familiar voice. One I’d be able to easily pick out in a crowd. I must be back in reality. Maybe Joy can give me more of whatever she injected me with if I ask nicely, just so I can go back to that dream again. “Mrgrr…” I grumbled in response, hoping Ceres would be able to pick up on my tiredness. The same tiredness that made it impossible to open my eyes or move an inch right now. I must have stirred a bit in my sleep, otherwise she’d never know I was awake right now. “Are you okay, baby?” “I… b… bb.. Baby?” I jolted upright, realising what had just happened before I was put under. “What… what the…” “Sweetheart… calm down, okay?” Ceres said, from a little chair nearby. I squinted a bit to get a better view of her, but even then her body was obstructed by some kind of vertical lines. Rubbing them furiously, trying to force the sleep from them, I squinted a bit more and focused my vision to find that they weren’t lines… They were bars. Wooden bars. Frantically looking around, I found myself in a prison, one a bit more infantile than I was expecting when I first woke up after being kidnapped. “Is this… is this a…?” “A cot? Yes hun.” “I… why am I in a… WAIT, WHAT AM I WEARING?” “Shhh… sweetie… volume… otherwise…” “OTHERWISE WHAT?” Ceres pointed down, towards my chest. On the infantile onesie that I was currently wearing, rested a dummy, one much larger than I had ever seen before. And it was dangling there from a long blue ribbon, one that had ‘Noah’ written in little blocks on it. “Otherwise that goes in, and it’s not coming out for a while.” “I… I’ll be good…” I replied, sheepishly. I didn’t want to make things worse for myself, I was already sitting here in a baby blue onesie and with the thick, crinkly padding between my legs… I assume what Ceres was holding up earlier before they put me under… is now fastened securely between my legs. “Good boy. Now, I’ll explain everything. I promised, didn’t I? And I don’t break my promises if I can.” “This is… not what I was expecting when you said ‘treatment’...” “No, no one really expects it. But trust me, it works.” “What, you dress people up as big babies, keep them in a crib and… what? They get better?” “I mean that’s a very very very basic description of what actually happens but… Actually… yes, they do.” “Is this…?” I looked around the rather large, spacious room. The crib I was in was wooden, painted white, and large enough to fit at least two grown adults in, possibly even three. And it was nestled comfortably against a wall that was also painted baby blue, though it was a slightly different shade to the onesie I was wearing. Ceres sat on a large rocking chair, facing me, as if she was watching me the whole time I slept. “Wait… Ceres… were you watching me?” “Sweetie, we didn’t get to do your induction before your anxiety attack. And I wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’re my charge after all, and I did promise you I’d look after you.” “So what are you? Some kind of…” “Nanny? Yes. I’m Nanny Ceres to you. So from now on, I expect you to call me either Nanny, or Nanny Ceres. The other nannies here are to be referred to as Nanny Diana or Nanny Vesta or whatever their name is.” “How many Nannies are there?” I asked. “Six for your year.” “And how many… umm… people like me?” “Oh hun, no one is like you! You’re a special little bean! But if you’re asking how many we took in this year… twelve, like usual. We were actually preparing for eleven, but then you dropped on my lap and I brought you in.” “Wait… this year? How long has this been going on?” “Let me get you introduced first, okay? I’ve got a whole spiel for this place, and I’m not expecting much resistance from you. Ollie was a bit… bratty… but eventually he settled down. You’re going to be a good boy, aren’t you?” “I remember you mentioning this ‘Ollie’ where is he? Does he get his own room or something?” “Oh no… over there, look…” I looked over to where Ceres was pointing to see another identical crib on the other side of the room. Past the enormously large changing table, past the little playpen with lots of babyish toys in it, past the highchairs… past all the things that would perfectly fit in a nursery… There was another boy, sleeping soundly, sucking on a pacifier identical to mine, wearing very much the same outfit… including the same thick bulge around his waist that indicated he was just as nappied as I was. Nappied… I was… I am… wearing… a nappy. This was going to take some time to process. “So… Noah…” “Yes…” She gave me a look, as if I had fucked up already. Then I remembered. “Yes… Nanny?” “Good boy. Now Noah… What we do here is special. We take troubled boys and girls, and we help them become better people.” “Better how? And what do you mean by ‘troubled’? I was listening to you and the Doctor said normally they wouldn’t take people like me in.” “Yes sweetie… normally we’d try to rely on mental health services for people like you. And yes, before you say, they really do suck in this country. They suck in most countries. But if we were to take every young person who was struggling with depression and anxiety… Well, let’s just say we don’t have the staff.” “How am I different from that though? Just because you caught me trying to… umm… yeah… that night?” “Yes. And because you’re cute.” I blushed at Cer- no… Nanny’s response. “Grrrr…” I growled in response. I wasn’t good at taking compliments. Thankfully she smiled and started giggling. As she did this, I quickly took this opportunity to sit up properly and rest my back against the crib headboard, trying my best not to move the nappy or make it crinkle. However, as I did this… I found it to be a lot heavier than I thought. “Anyway sweetie… We take in troubled young people. Adults only, of course. Usually twenty-something year olds. And we help them relive their childhood… or infancy to be more precise. We reraise you, hopefully giving you the time, space and patience to let you grow up into better, healthier adults.” “And what then? Release us? Surely people could just go to the police for you kidnapping them?” “By the end of their treatment, they don’t want to. Like I said, when people leave, after their three years with us, they don’t want to go back to their old ways. They want to be better. And because they reportedly went missing… we set them up with new identities. Or if they really want to, provided it isn’t a life that could help them slip back into their old ways… we reintegrate them back into their old life, with some cover story that explains their absence.” “What about me?” “What do you mean, Noah?” “Will you just let me go after… wait… did you just say THREE years?” “Volume… and yes, three years. One year down here in the basement. You’re kept as babies. Baby toys, baby food, baby treatment, the whole works. Year two… you move upstairs onto the main floor with the year above you.” “So there are multiple ‘years’ here?” “Yes. You’re part of the first year, the babies. The older kids get more freedom and more grown up toys, and the second and third years are upstairs, where they can socialise together. We like to keep first years separate because there can be some… issues… with some little ones who aren’t as accepting of their new life as we’d hoped.” “Ceres… sorry… can I just talk… as an adult… even if it's the last time I do…?” “Yes hun. Go ahead. But just this once, okay?” “Right. Um… let me just think about my words. I… this is… look… this is my biggest nightmare, okay?” “I know hun. And I’m proud of you for doing so well right now.” “And I want to believe you when you say you can actually help me. You’re the first person who has said that that I genuinely believe wants to help. And maybe this whole… weird… baby thing actually works. I’m willing to accept my fate here. I want to try it, whatever it entails. Just… Please be honest with me. Tell me exactly what it entails. I need that or I will not be able to give it my all. I will be in a constant state of fear.” “Noah, because of your circumstances, and because you’ve given me no reason to treat you as hostile… I’ll be honest with you. You’re going to spend a whole year in this basement. It will be hard. You will get bored. There are no video games, no social media, no friends to go to the movies with. You’ll have me, Ollie, and the rest of your year who will all also be treated like babies… and you’ll have only babyish activities, toys and movies. There’s a huge, absolutely adorable playroom… but your adult mind will want more.” “So I’m going to go crazy before I get better, is that what you’re saying?” “What I’m saying, poppet… is that you’re going to struggle for a bit. But the sooner you let go and just let yourself be little… the better you’ll be. And you won’t be alone this time. You’ll have me, always. And I think you and Ollie will get on like a house on fire. And there are a few in your year that I think you may like, from the limited knowledge I have about them. But it will be hard to adjust to your new, infantile life. You’ll get up, be nursed, get changed, play with your toys or with the other babies, be fed in your highchair, nursed again, then put to bed in your crib. And this will repeat. Over and over again.” “And this will make me better? How?” “Trust me, darling. It will. Or at least I believe it will. If it doesn’t… I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll let you put on your big boy pants… and I’ll take you to dinner and let you go. Give me… three months? Try this for three months, then if you’re not feeling even the slightest bit better and want to get out, I promise you we’ll let you leave. Provided you keep quiet about this place’s existence, of course. I don’t want anything to happen to our Nannies or our staff… or the graduates. No one else ever gets this offer, so I hope you understand how special you are.” “Three months? Can you actually promise that?” I asked, suspicious of Ceres’ promises. Ceres’ pocket buzzed a bit, so she quickly held a finger up to indicate to me to give her a minute, and checked her phone, pulling it out and reading what she had received. “Oh… um… okay. Just give me a minute, sweetheart. Someone umm… someone special wants to talk to you…” she said, as she awkwardly stood up and shuffled her way out the door at the far end of the room, leaving me to question… …Just who the hell would suddenly want to talk to me? ====================================================== And so we begin the main core of the story :3 Yes, it's one of those kinds of stories. But I hope my take on it makes it a bit more unique. Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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Chapter 3: Physical Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I took Ceres’ hand as she helped me up off the bed. My legs were still a little shaky after being drugged last night, so I held on tightly to her arm for support. “You okay, kiddo?” “Kiddo? I can’t be that much younger than you!” I laughed in response. She didn’t reply, she just kinda… smirked? Which was cute, but it gave me no answer whatsoever. That’s when I saw something strapped to her hip, something I hadn’t seen when she was crouched down in front of me. “Umm… is that…?” “Is what what, hun?” she asked as we entered the empty concrete corridor. All the nearby cells were closed, but it appeared that she wasn’t lying, they really had all been taken somewhere else in this place. Wherever this place is. Clearly we must be underground or somewhere in the middle of nowhere, as there are no windows and it looks like the walls are made of very thick concrete. The floor felt chilly on my bare feet as I stumbled my way down the long corridor, towards a door at the end. And outside that door, was a security guard, decked out in a full security outfit, including the same item that Ceres’ had strapped to her hip. “Is… that a… t…” “A taser? Yes, hun,” Ceres replied, with no hesitance. My legs froze in place. I couldn’t take another step. “I…” “Noah? Noah… it’s okay. It’s just there for my own safety.” “W… why?” “Because some people don’t react well to being kidnapped. But not you, you’re a good boy for me. Some people get frightened, and that can end up in one of two ways. Either they shut down in fear, in which we have to coax them out of it and comfort them. Like how I just talked to you. And some…” “Get violent?” “Exactly. Especially some of the boys. So please hun, please be careful around some of them. We’re not here to torture anyone, we’re not here to make you suffer. We’re here to help you. And sometimes they refuse that help. So you’ll see plenty of security guards posted at entrances throughout the facility, and the entire staff carry their own personal taser. Just in case something happens.” “So you… won’t use it on me?” “Will you give me a reason to? I don’t think you will.” “I… I’ll be good.” “Hun, please don’t fear me because of this. Or because of what I’ve done to you by bringing here. I’m here to help you. I want to help. And I genuinely have a good feeling about this for you. I think you will leave here a much better man than the one who entered.” I shivered as she said that. “...Okay… I’ll… trust you. And I’ll behave. Just… if this turns out to be some kind of factory turning prisoners into food or some twisted thing like that, just make sure I go quickly and painlessly?” She giggled. “Okay hun. I promise. If I do change my mind about helping you and think you’d be better off as a burger or something… I’ll put you out of your misery quickly.” I giggled back at her as we walked awkwardly past the security guard. I didn’t look up at his face, I was feeling too nervous to do anything but stumble forward, still holding on to Ceres’ arm. But I’m pretty sure he greeted her like they were friends or something. In the next corridor, we slipped off into a side room, though I didn’t get to read the sign on the door before we rushed in… And upon entering it, the first thing I spotted was a Doctor… in a large medical looking room. There was a large table in the middle of the room, one that Ceres’ appeared to be guiding me towards. I mean, she did say it was going to be a medical checkup. So what was I expecting really? A nice comfy lounge chair and a foot rest? “Put li- Noah on the table there…” the female Doctor said. She was wearing a typical white lab coat with a turtleneck sweater underneath it, and had large round glasses perching on her nose. She looked like she was probably in her forties? Though if she was, she still looked really good for her age. “Ready Noah?” Ceres asked as we reached the examination table. I nodded, and she quickly helped me up, with me being able to stretch my legs out as my heart began pounding. I hated visiting doctors. Always so invasive. Always so… yeah… “Good morning, Noah. I’m Doctor Ashfield,” that’s when she turned to the only other person in the room. “Ceres?” “Oh he’s one of the good ones. He’s very good for me, aren’t you kiddo?” I grumbled at the name, but I still nodded. And suddenly my cheeks felt like they were on fire. It was weird that Ceres knew exactly what Dr Ashfield was asking, without the doc having to say anything but her name. “Oh good. We’ve had a few of them this year, which is nice. That Jack though… he’s going to be a handful. You’re going to have your work cut out for you down there…” “That’s Diana’s problem. I’ve got two little angels this year,” Ceres replied, smiling up at the Doctor as if she was… proud? “Sucks to be Diana then. Who else did she get again? I can’t remember, she was at the front of the queue this morning. Was it that nice boy, Rowan?” “Yeah. So at least she’s not got two nightmares to deal with, just the one.” It was so weird, hearing them talk like this was so normal. Kidnapping people and… well… I have no idea what they do to us to make us ‘better’, but whatever it is, it involves taking some really shitty people, apparently… ‘Does that… make me a shitty person too?’ I thought to myself as the Doctor walked up to my side and looked down at me. “Noah, you may call me Joy. But only because you’re so good. If you begin to act out, I’m back to Dr Ashfield. And you don’t want that.” “Don’t worry about her, Noah. She’s a big softie really. She won’t be able to resist how cute you are!” I blushed, but as I did, Joy looked at Ceres, who quickly looked away, guiltily. I’m not sure who she was trying to tease more… me or Joy. “Anyway, I’ll explain what I’m going to do, okay? I don’t want you panicking or anything. It’s just a simple checkup.” I nodded in response, but didn’t say a word. “Ceres, the paperwork is very bare bones. Wait… is this the one picked up last night? That was you?” “Yes, Joy.” “You certainly threw a wrench in the gears with this one. What made you think he’s suitable for Elysium?” ‘Elysium’? Is that where we are? Or is that the name of the ‘treatment’ Ceres was talking about? “Joy, what I say doesn’t leave this room, okay? Only me, the boss, and now you… know about Noah’s reason for being here. I had special permission to add him to the intake last minute, and the only people that need to know about his reason for being here are us. If he chooses to share it with others, that’s his decision, not ours.” “And what is his reason…?” Ceres looked at me, as if asking for approval. She genuinely wanted it too, if the puppy eyes she was giving off were any indication. So I gave her a quick nod to say I was okay with it. Sure, I didn’t like lots of people knowing… but it was only her ‘boss’ and these two in this room… so it wasn’t too bad… I guess? “Noah here, tried jumping off the bridge near the park last night.” “But that bridge is over the… oh.” Joy’s face dropped. And suddenly I felt guilty again. “Ceres… we’ve never taken anyone like that. For good reason,” Joy added, sounding quite stern. “We aren’t equipped to handle anyone like…” “The bosses said it’s good. Extreme circumstances.” “I bet they’re reeeeally happy with you then?” Joy raised her eyebrow at my… whatever Ceres is going to be to me at this place. Nurse? Helper? “Oh yes. But when I told them the details, they knew that it was probably best for Noah to be here, rather than be left at the mercy of the NHS…” “You make a fair point. Fine. But please, Ceres, please be very careful with this boy. He’s going to be fragile. He’s going to need a lot of love and support…” “Which will make the treatment perfect for him…” Ceres cut her off. “Noah?” Joy said, turning her attention to me. “I… umm… yes?” “Sorry. For talking about you as if you weren’t here. Just… we’ve never taken anyone in who was… in your position. We aren’t exactly therapists. I have a little bit of training but no actual experience.” “Don’t worry, they’re not any help anyway…” I joked, trying to lighten the already tense mood in the room. “That’s for damn sure. Fine. Just… don’t bottle it up here, okay? I have a feeling the treatment will help you. A lot. I’ve always theorised it could help people like you but we’ve been reluctant to try it. Because it may also make you want to bottle things up more. So I want Ceres to give me daily reports on your mental health, which means I want you to be honest with her, okay hun?” “I… I know I’m not supposed to ask what the treatment is. So I won’t. But… Do you genuinely think this will help me, whatever it is?” “I do, sweetheart. But it will open up a lot of old wounds, and you may get worse before you get better. So I want you to be honest and open minded. Trust Ceres. The girl really does seem to care for you. More than usual…” Ceres blushed a little, before the Doctor grabbed something from a nearby table. “Right. A few checks, a quick injection, and we’ll get you out of here so Ceres can give you the proper induction. And it was exactly that. She quickly checked the usual things, from blood pressure to a quick blood test. Though it was a bit weird when she checked my teeth too… though I guess it’s too much money for this place to get their own personal Doc AND Dentist… The injections weren’t very fun either. Bit more painful than the ones I’m normally used to, and a lot more painful than the one Ceres gave me last night before she kidnapped me. But thankfully, they were over quickly, and I lay there, in my hospital gown, waiting for the Doc to give me the okay. “Right. It’s time.” “Are we done?” I asked, confidently. But that confidence was quickly eroded as Ceres turned around, rather than come help me up. And as she rummaged around a large cabinet behind her, her body preventing me from seeing what was inside, the doctor grabbed my arm and pulled it to my side, wrapping something around it. Before I could turn to see what exactly it was, she had already moved onto the other arm, wrapping something in place on that side too. …Restraints. I had been strapped to the table. “Now baby, this is part of the treatment, okay?” Ceres said, still rummaging around in the cupboard. “What… What is? Ceres… you’re starting to scare me…” “Trust me, baby. I promise you, this is needed. Okay?” “WHAT IS IT?” One look from the Doc though… told me that if I didn’t calm down, I’d be back to ‘Dr Ashfield’ with her, so I shut up and started shaking with fear instead. …I was not expecting that. What the hell is this place? Do they really expect me to wear… that? Do I have to use it? All these questions started swirling around my mind, and I quickly began to hyperventilate again. I was panicking. I had no idea what they have in store for me here… but why on Earth do I have to wear… THAT? “Sweetie, you’re going to be okay. Breathe…” Ceres said, still holding the white crinkly undergarment in her hand, using her free one to stroke my hair. “I saw you put anxiety down on his chart. Sorry, I should’ve been ready for this. Hold him still… That’s okay hun… you’re going to be okay. I’m just going to help you drift off for a bit, okay baby?” Joy’s whole tone and body language had changed, she suddenly became a lot more… caring? Soft? Not sure what the word is, but she was becoming much nicer and sweeter the more the world was spinning. The lights were blinding me, as if the intensity had been turned up to the maximum, and everything felt like it was coming to an end. But thankfully, whatever Joy gave me began to work pretty damn quickly, as the last thing I remember was Ceres stroking my hair, smiling down at me, with a genuine look of worry on her face. ====================================================== I'm so glad you're enjoying the start of this story I was extremely nervous about posting a story that I put a lot of myself and my feelings into. So I'm glad it's being well received. I hope you continue to enjoy it! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Yay! Glad you're enjoying it. Yeah there's a lot of sadistic stuff out there. I wanted something different for this, as I don't like doing overdone things. And thanks just wait until you see the other Nannies! It's Roman Ceres is the roman version of Demeter.

Chapter 2: Confinement Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Depression, suicidal thoughts, mentions of previous self harm ------------------------------- I groaned as I sat up in bed. “Holy f-... ugh… my head… how much did I have to drink last night?” My eyes struggled to open fully. And not due to the light either, as it appeared at first glance there wasn’t much in here. The light was more dim than usual. Though I wondered why the sun hadn’t woken me up like it usually does. Maybe it’s overcast outside? Usually the sun would blind me as it peeked through the curtains, but today it hasn’t. “Morning, sleepyhead…” That voice… Where have I heard that… O… oh. It all came rushing back to me. The bridge, the save… the girl. Then the darkness. The realisation of what happened caused a surge of energy within me that forced me up, out of bed. But upon opening my eyes… I found I was not in my own bed. “I… what the fuck… where am I?” I called out. “Language…” Ceres said, almost like a warning, though she sounded more distorted, as if her voice was being emitted out of a machine rather than from those beautiful lips of hers. Thoughts of watching her talk last night flowed through my mind, making me blush at how fucking stupid I must have been to her. For the trouble I had caused her. “I… sorry…” “Good boy. Now, I’m sure you have plenty of questions, but I’ll give you a minute to calm down and explore your surroundings.” I was right. This was not my bedroom. This… this was my biggest fucking nightmare. “I… what is this? WHERE AM I? LET ME GO!” I began panicking, staring at the white cell I was currently imprisoned in. Soft white walls. Soft carpeted white floor. Even the flimsy bed I was sitting on was covered in white sheets with a white pillow. No windows. One door, made of glass. Reinforced glass by the looks of it too. No bathroom… only the bed and the door really. And some kind of dim light in the ceiling that was embedded into it so there was no access from the cell. And here I was… in white hospital gown, with what felt like no underwear on. They had stripped me and changed my clothes whilst I was out! What the fuck? “Sweetie, calm down… please…” Her words were so calming. But right now, this was a living nightmare for me. My worst fear… I was living my fucking worst nightmare! My breathing became shallow… faster… rapidly getting faster and faster… until I was beginning to hyperventilate. That’s when something near the door beeped, and a shadow emerged on the other side of the glass. Sliding open, the door allowed access for that person to rush in, fall to their knees, and grab my hands as the door slid closed again. “Sweetie… it’s okay…” “It’s…” I couldn’t breathe, let alone get sentences out. “...Not…” Squeezing my hands tightly, Ceres looked up at me, her dazzling green eyes looking up into mine. As if she was looking into my soul. “I promise you, sweet boy. It’s okay.” “H… how… I… I’m… lock… lock… locked up…” “This… isn’t like any other hospital. This isn’t a prison. I promise you, I brought you here to help you.” “How… can locking me up… help…?” “This is only temporary, sweetpea. I just need to finish processing you, then we’ll take you to your room. And I promise I will explain everything. You can hold my hand the entire time, if you want. You trust me… right?” Before last night, if anyone else had asked me that, I would’ve said no. But there was something about Ceres. She wasn’t like any other nurse or mental health professional. She wasn’t demonising me or judging me. She genuinely seemed to want to help. So… yes, I trust her. For now. “I…” my breathing began to gently slow. It still wasn’t normal, but it was at least showing signs of improving. “...yes…” “Then I promise you, I will get you out of this cell as soon as possible. Then I will not leave your side until you’re comfortable and feel safer and have had everything explained to you.” That’s when I could hear someone outside, out in the corridor, being rather loud. “Don’t worry, little one, she’s just another caregiver here, helping another person adapt.” “A… adapt? To… to what?” “This is a place for people like you, people in need of help, to get the love and understanding they need to get better. I promise you, we’re not going to fill you up with meds and lock you away. I’m going to be here to help you the entire time. Think of me as… your own little guardian angel.” “A… angel…?” She really was. She saved my dumb, selfish arse last night on the bridge. And now apparently here she is again, willing to help. I have no idea what the hell this place is, especially if they’re taking people against their will. Can’t be legal, that's for sure. But I was at least willing to hear her out. She promised she’d explain it all, so the least I can do is listen. If I want to scream and try to escape once I’ve learnt more, I can do exactly that. But for now… I’ll listen and be good. “Yes sweetie, I’m here to keep you safe. And I promise I will take extra good care of you.” I have no idea why she’s talking to me like a child, but for some reason… it was really alleviating this fear of mine. “How… how long…” “How long will you be here? I can’t answer in full yet, not until you’ve been processed. But it will be for a while. But I promise you, you’ll enjoy your stay here. I know how scary mental health facilities are, and I promise you we are not like that. You’re going to have a home here. And by the time you leave, you’ll have a family to call yours too. Now… are you feeling okay? Do you need a drink?” “I… I’m okay…” I gulped audibly. “So… I’ll get to leave?” “Yup. Think of it as like a program. You’ll be here for a set time, then you’ll be let go. Promise.” “What if when I’m released… I went to the police… surely this counts as kidnapping?” “Would you?” …Okay she’s got me there. I trust the police less than I trust shady organisations that go around apparently kidnapping people and locking them up in cells underground. So that’s saying something. “How would you know I’m telling the truth? I could say no… then go straight ahead and do it,” I replied. “Sweetie… I’m a pretty good judge of character. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have inducted you at the last minute.” “Last minute?” “Yeah, we weren’t planning for a 6th boy. But we got one when I saw a troubled one about to step off a bridge…” So if I’m the sixth, that means there are only six, as they weren’t planning for me. And the fact they said boy rather than some gender neutral term like patient or prisoner or whatever… that means there’s some girls who have been taken too, surely? Or maybe this is a place just for boys? I made a mental note of this and smiled back at Ceres, who was now wearing something much different to her casual blouse and jeans from last night. No… she was wearing something that looked a little like one of the older nurse uniforms. It was a slim looking light blue dress, with a little white apron pinafore thing on the front. It had a small white collar and a dark blue belt, and a little nametag on her left breast. “Ceres…” I said, as I read her name tag out loud. “Yup. And I’m here for you sweetie. I’m going to be looking after you. Well, you and one other boy. We don’t have staff for every person we take in, sadly. So each pair will have one of us.” “I…” “Sweetie… you can ask questions later, okay? Once you’ve had your proper introduction. I’m not supposed to spoil anything, and I may have already said too much already.” “I… sorry…” “Oh ba- I mean oh sweetie… It’s okay! How about we get my questions answered, then I can take you to processing?” “O.. okay…” I mumbled. Ceres pulled one of her hands away from mine, pulling out a small electronic tablet from one of her pockets with it, and began reading the screen carefully. “Right, so we did a bit of a background check on you, based on what we found in your wallet. So let’s just confirm some basics okay? Full name is Noah Williams, correct?” I nodded, smiling awkwardly. I hate my name. “Twenty six years old. Birthday in Feb? Oh that’ll be fun! We don’t have any other February babies! I love February.” How was this woman disarming me so easily with that cute little Scottish accent and friendly demeanour? She’s kidnapped me, put me in my worst nightmare… and I can’t help but smile at her! “Depression. Anxiety. No current medication. Mother… passed away. Father, absent. Parents separated at a young age? Sorry sweetie, I don’t want to bring it up, but we need accurate records if we are to help you.” “Y… yeah… that’s all correct.” “Good.” “Do… you have to do this with all the others?” “No sweetie. You’re a special case. Usually we have time to do a bit of research. But you kinda just… fell into my lap, so to speak.” “S… sorry.” “Sweetheart, no. No being sorry. I told you, it’s okay. Just a few more questions, okay?” I nodded again at Ceres, who gripped my hand tightly with her one free hand as she awkwardly scrolled down the tablet screen with her other. “Single. Living alone. You have a job but you’re within your probationary period… perfect.” “Perfect?” I asked, confused. “Means they’ll just assume you didn’t want the job. Easier to tie up ends like that…” “...You mean when people go missing?” “Exactly!” I don’t know what was worse. Was it the fact that these people were really kidnapping people and holding them captive… or was it Ceres’ smiling face as she admitted openly that they do so? “Anyway, Noah? Do you have any other health issues that aren’t on your medical records? Any drug usage? Alcohol consumption? Do you smoke?” “You have… my records?” “We’re… resourceful.” “I see that…” I replied, rolling my eyes at her. “No, no other health issues.” I lied. Not that it should make a difference. But whatever. “And the others?” “No drugs. Very rarely drink alcohol. Don’t smoke,” I replied. “What about your diet? Any intense dislikes? Anything you prefer?” “Wait… so if you don’t ask the others these questions… do you somehow find out what their favourite food is by lurking in the shadows?” “Yup! I know Oliver loves cookies, but hates cheese.” “Oliver?” “Oh sorry, he’s my other charge. He’ll be your roommate!” “I… I’ll have a roommate?” “Yes sweetie. But I promise you, he’s a nice boy. He just got a little drunk and got into some issues with the police over it that he couldn’t get out of. I’m just glad the one space we had free for you was with one of the nice ones.” “One of the… nice ones?” “Oops! Said too much again. Anyway, trust me, you’ll love Ollie.” I was terrified of meeting this mysterious new ‘Ollie’. I wasn’t good with new people. But again, for some reason, Ceres’ words made everything feel less… daunting. “Now sweetie… I have something very scary to ask you about.” “O… kay?” “When was the last time you self harmed?” “I…” Shit. My arms. She must have seen when I was undressed. Or someone else if it wasn’t her. “My estimate must be… over a year?” she said, as if she had seen this kinda thing before. “...Yeah,” I replied, feeling pretty fucking guilty and put on the spot right now. “That’s okay. Just needed to know. Oh shi- I mean oh dear… I forgot to get your likes/dislikes in terms of your diet. Can you press which ones are correct?” She held the tablet out for me, showing me some kind of questionnaire looking thing, with a bunch of food allergies, along with a text box for specific food dislikes, and one for favourite foods. Well… this can’t be all bad if they’re asking for favourite foods, right? Maybe they use it as a treat or something for good progress? Either way, I quickly pressed a few likes and dislikes, ignoring the allergies bit as I have none, and handed the tablet back to Ceres. “Right. I think we’re done. I may need to ask you more questions but we can do that when we’ve got you settled in,” Ceres said, before looking out into the corridor behind her. I couldn’t see anything from my position, but she could. “And it appears the rest have been escorted.” “What about… umm… What was his name, Oliver?” “I already processed him. Had to do it early so I could get extra time with you. He’s waiting in your new room. First, we need to get a physical done for you, so are you ready? I promise, I’ll be there the whole time, and they won’t hurt you.” “Fine.” I mean… how bad could it be? Whatever this ‘physical’ is… it’s better than the fate that I narrowly escaped last night. And hell… maybe this place could actually help? ====================================================== Thank you all so much for the lovely comments. It makes me so happy that this first chapter was so well received, given its such a heavy subject and very personal to me. I hope you continue to enjoy this story! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Elysium! Just a heads up... the first chapter is kinda heavy. But it's needed. There will also be content warnings throughout the story, but I'll make sure to flag them whenever possible. Now... Elysium... This is what happens when I put a lot of myself into a story. Infernum and Arbitrio were the first ones where I put a lot of myself into it... but this one feels a lot more personal than any of my other stories, so I really hope you like it. It's also a lot longer than my usual stories (Probably aiming somewhere around the same length as Little in Love or Love in Dimensions). It's different in a lot of ways, so I hope you enjoy all the differences to my usual stories. I know this genre is a little overdone in our circles... but this is a story I needed to write. You'll see why as it goes on. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: The Edge Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Depression, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide ------------------------------- Just one more step. Just the tiniest bit of momentum. That was all that was needed. Was I being selfish doing this? Maybe. But it’s not like people will care for more than a week at most. They’ll get over the initial shock and go back to living their normal lives. I was always just a background character to their stories anyway. Always was. Always will be. At least since I lost Mum anyway. They’ll be like ‘Oh, did you hear about Noah? He jumped off the bridge and died. Such a shame. Had so much life to live.’ The same useless shit people say whenever someone dies. Everyone says the same rubbish especially whenever someone kills themself. That ‘they wish they had seen the signs’, ‘wish they had done something’, ‘they were struggling’, ‘at least they’re not suffering anymore’… and it’s all bullshit. They don’t care. They just feel bad that they didn’t give enough of a fuck about someone who was struggling to do anything before it was too late. It takes the tiniest amount of effort to reach out to someone struggling like this, but none of them can be bothered. I bet they’ll say the same things about me. But I think I gave them enough signs. If they can’t read them… that’s their fault. I pretty much plastered them on the walls in bright red paint in all caps… but they were still oblivious to the message. Even if they did read them though… At this point, when I’ve reached rock bottom… what could actually help me at this point? Therapy? Ha… sure… I’ve tried like four different therapists and not one of them could help me. Meds? Doc won’t prescribe anything else because nothing seems to be working. Mental hospital? I’d rather di-... yeah… that’s why I’m here on this ledge… I stared out at the empty road below. Thankfully… no traffic this late at night. No one’s oncoming car to accidentally fall onto. Which is good, because I already feel pretty fucking guilty for ruining the day of whoever finds me… But hey, at that point I won’t have to worry, I won’t be around. Part of me worried that maybe this isn’t high enough. Because I had heard somewhere that people had survived large drops… and if I do take that final step, I want it to be exactly that… final. I don’t want to survive it. That will just lead to… complications. Locked away for a while ‘for my own safety’. The thought of that sends a wave of terror through my whole body. One of my biggest fears is being locked away, unable to escape. It’s why I’ve put this off for so long. I could’ve attempted something before… but I was worried of failing and what would happen if I did so. But now I’ve reached absolute rock bottom and I’m like 99% sure I’m done with this life now. So as my foot hovered over the large drop in front of me, my hands tightly gripping the railing behind me, balancing precariously on the edge of the bridge… I tried to mentally prepare myself. It wasn’t too late to back down though. No one would know… it’s the dead of night. There are no cars, no people… it’s a quiet little English town after all. And I picked this spot in particular so that no one could stop me, that there would be no-one around to stop me. But if I backed out… I could just go home, and no one would have any knowledge of what I planned to do. Which means no-one is doing anything drastic to keep me safe that would end up with me getting much worse. No… I’m ready. I’ve contemplated this for years. Even before I lost my Mum in my teens. Even before I told my Dad about all that stuff… before he kicked me out. I was always depressed. Always wanted to stop existing. It was never a ‘I want to die’, it was more of a ‘I don’t want to exist’, or ‘wish I had never been born at all’. Now it’s different, of course, I mean it’s why I’m balancing here on the edge of a bridge. It wasn’t all bad though. I loved my childhood. Mum made it special. She was my support… my best friend. I loved her so fucking much. Then… she was just gone. Dead. And I was left with Dad. That’s when it all went downhill. Grades slipped, Dad got aggressive. Never violent, but definitely more aggressive. You could tell he didn’t love me the way Mum did. I was just this dumb kid of his, some failure of a son. And he loved to remind me. Then when I told him about all the things going on with my life… he reacted a lot worse than I’d hoped. Kicked me out. Haven’t talked to him in years, but hey, good riddance I say. Mum hated him anyway, it’s why they separated when I was very little. When I had to move in with Dad after Mum died… I think another little piece of my soul died. I’m still surprised I got into university despite all that. Barely scraped through too, earning myself a useless degree that may have actually hindered my job prospects afterwards. So my education was ruined, as was any job I worked after I left Uni, as were all my relationships. Relationships… Ugh, this is the worst timing for me doing this, isn’t it? So close after Abigail broke up with me. She’s… she’s going to blame herself for this. Sure, she broke my heart into a billion tiny pieces, but she didn’t push me over the edge. Even if she did turn all our friends against me. No, I was ready for this for a long time, even back when we were dating. I just didn’t want to hurt her. And now look at me… I liked her. A lot. But I was always holding myself back with her, keeping a large part of myself locked away in fear of how she’d react. Hell, pretty sure that’s part of the reason she broke up with me. She said I was always so ‘mopey’... which she’s not wrong about, but I think she knew I was bottling things up around her, keeping her from seeing what was going on with me. She always had this big plan. She wanted me to propose soon, then we would get married, have kids… typical heteronormative crap you see on TV, with me as the loving husband who comes home after a busy day at the office. White picket fence and all that. But I didn’t want that. Well no, that’s not entirely true, I like the idea of it… but it wasn’t… me. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not even… No, but anyway, I wasn’t right for her, she deserves her dream. So I’m glad she broke up with me. She deserves better. I just hope she doesn’t blame herself for what I’m about to do. No. I’m ready. One final breath. One final step. One final thought. Better make it a good one. …Nope. Can’t think of anything. Mind is racing too much to pin a thought down. Ah well, go out the same way I came in, eh? And with that last deep breath, I released my tight grip on the guard rail, the blood rushing back into them after they had turned white just moments ago. Momentum took over. It was out of my hands now. A stillness radiated my entire body. I was ready. This was actually happening. This is it. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YE’ DOING?” Something that felt like talons dug themselves into my shoulders, gripping tightly onto my shirt, and yanked me backwards back over the guard rail, tossing me like a ragdoll onto the pavement behind me. I crashed onto the pavement with my arse taking the brunt of the impact. Then my mind and thoughts rushed back, realising I wasn’t dead. “I…” Everything was spinning. I couldn’t focus or think. I had been at peace, ready to end it all, but then something, or someone, came along and literally yanked me from my fate, and now my mind was trying to catch up with my situation. “Hun… were you seriously about to do what I think you were about to do?” came a soothing voice, from who I assumed was the woman who just prevented me from doing something very stupid. At least I assumed it was a woman from what her voice sounded like, with the slightest twinge of a Scottish accent in there. Though it must have been some woman to have been able to throw me back over that guard rail… “I…” Adrenaline was coursing through my body, and I couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to admit the truth, lie, or simply just run away. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t focus. All I could hear was this soothing voice. So I couldn’t even put a face to it. “Sweetie… are you okay?” she said, crouching down in front of me. “I… umm… I’ll get back to you on that one…” I replied, finally managing a full sentence. “Hopefully sooner, rather than later… because you were one second from ending up as paste on the road below!” It was weird hearing such a lovely, almost maternal voice form such crude imagery, but it made me laugh a bit. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “Paste…” “Is your head okay? I didn’t knock it too hard, did I?” “No… I…” My vision started clearing as I looked up at who would normally be called a ‘saviour’ in this situation, though right now… I saw her as more of a hindrance to my overall goal. Freckles. That was the first thing I noticed. Well that and the very red hair. Like… proper ginger. She couldn’t look more stereotypically Scottish if she tried. Her voice definitely matched her appearance, dressed in jeans and a simple amethyst-coloured blouse under her black denim jacket. “Good. Because sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Now… are you going to tell me your name first?” “N… Noah.” “Well N-Noah,” she replied, imitating my stutter, “Care to tell me what you were about to do?” “I think that… is pretty obvious,” I replied, smiling awkwardly. “I guess it is. And why in the world would you do something like that?” “Because…” “‘Because’? Just ‘because’? Oh come on, sweetie… give me a better reason than that!” It was always hard to tell people this. To admit what I want. “I… want… I mean… I don’t want to be here anymore…” “And why is that? Did something happen?” “No. I mean yes. But I… I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Please. Just let me go. You shouldn’t stop me…” That’s when she took my hands into hers. “Sweetie, I’m not going to let you do anything drastic right now. You’re not in the best place, and I’m here to help, okay?” She sounded so… genuinely nice? Like sweetness personified. Even her words in her soft spoken accent made me instantly drop my guard around her. Which somewhat scared me… I nearly always have my guard up. “I… don’t think you can help.” “Try me.” “No. I… I don’t want…” “...To bother me? Shush. Now tell me, precious, what happened to cause such a little cutie like you to take the most drastic action he could possibly take?” I really don’t know what it is about this woman. She… she melts away whatever protection I had guarded myself with. Her voice, her mannerisms, that cute freckled face of hers… “Come on, petal…” “I… don’t even know your name…” “Ceres,” she replied, smiling down at me. “That’s a very… unique name.” “Well I’ll take that as a compliment then, but only because you’re cute,” as she said this, she sat down in front of me, not letting go of my hands as she parked herself on the cold pavement below. “I’m… not…” “Not cute? Lies. Look at you. I bet your girlfriend is all over you.” “D… don’t have one…” “You don’t? Well sorry, sweetie, but I find that hard to believe.” “I’m too depressed for her,” I replied, hanging my head in shame, trying to look anywhere but at her face. “Her? So there was someone? Is this what it’s all about?” “No. Yes. I mean… part of it.” “Then tell me more.” “It’s just… I’ve felt like this for a long time. Since…” “Since what?” “Since I lost my Mum,” I sighed. She went silent for a second. “Ah. Yes. I know how much that hurts. No Dad to help?” “No. He… didn’t like who I was growing up to be. I wasn’t his clone, so he didn’t care. I was always too much like my Mum.” She squeezed my hand, causing me to look up into her beautiful green eyes. “Oh sweetie. I understand your pain. But that doesn’t mean you go taking a step onto the motorway below like that. Are you in therapy? Missed your meds?” “None of it works. Tried it all.” She looked at me, no smile on her face anymore. As if she was trying really hard to read me. She was thinking about something, but I couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that was going on in that head of hers. “Right. Come on. Come with me.” Okay… I wasn’t expecting that. But hey, as long as she doesn’t call the police or for an ambulance… maybe I can get away with just slinking off home once she’s given me a talking to, and no-one in my life will be aware of what nearly went down tonight. “I… okay…” “Good boy. Let’s go sit on a bench and you can talk about what’s bothering you. Spare no details.” ------------------------------- “So depression, dead end job, no girlfriend, bad degree, shit dad, lost your Mum, facing homelessness, and nothing the doctors are trying is working? Is that everything?” “That… is pretty much it,” I replied, shrugging at her, not knowing what else to say. Ceres had found a nice little bench in the nearby park. It was just as dead as the bridge was, probably due to it being like… 3am. She had sat me down, wrapped her jacket around me (as I had been stupid enough to come out wearing just my t-shirt and jeans. Sure, it’s only the start of September, but it’s still pretty bloody cold at 3am in the UK, no matter what time of year it is), and barely released my hands from hers the entire time. I hesitated at first. I didn’t want to go and bother this complete stranger with all my issues, even if she had just technically saved my life. Despite wishing she hadn’t done so. But something about this woman, who looked not much older than 30, made me feel so… safe… that I eventually just blurted out everything, just one big stream of consciousness. I was worried maybe I had overwhelmed her, but clearly with her little summary… she had listened to everything. Not that I told her everything. There’s some stuff that I’m not even able to talk to myself about, let alone a cute stranger who just prevented me from ‘becoming paste on the road’. “Right. Well whilst I can see why you’d want to do what you were about to do… I still think you’re an idiot for attempting it.” “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be all nice and reassuring? ‘Idiot’ isn’t very nice, is it?” I asked, smiling cheekily at her, the first smile I had managed since she saved me. “Excuse me…” she said, trying her best to hold in her laugh, the one you could clearly see bubbling at the surface. “I’m very good at what I do. Not my fault some cute idiot decided to do something stupid and change my plans…” That’s when a wave of guilt hit me. The one I had hoped to have missed… after I had done the deed. “I… oh… sorry…” I replied, hanging my head in shame. “Oh shush. I was only on my way home from work.” “Still… sorry. You should be home right now.” “No, Noah… none of that bullshit with me, okay? You were in a low place, I understand that. Hell, I understand getting to the point where you’re teetering over the edge… but I will not have you putting yourself down just for slightly inconveniencing me. I’m just happy I got to stop you before you became vulture-chow.” “We don’t get vultures in England…” “And apparently you also don’t get jokes…” she said, nudging me playfully. “Sorry…” “What did I just tell you?” “S-... ah… yeah… Fine. No more apologies. For now,” I replied, pouting slightly at this cute girl. “Good boy.” Shivers ran through my body when she said those two words. And for a moment there… I swear she could tell. But it wasn’t good shivers. It wasn’t bad. It was like… a mix of both? “Now, sweetie. I’m a bit worried about leaving you alone right now. Have you got anyone you can call?” “No,” I snapped back at her, maybe a little too quickly. “No one?” “I… no. Sorry. I’ll be fine, you can just let me go home.” “Via the motorway?” she replied, pointing in the direction of where I had nearly jumped. “Oh I don’t think so, sweetie.” “I’ll be fine…” I groaned. “Look, I’ll give you my number. If you need someone to talk to, or have a drink or something, you just call me, okay? You’re not a bother. And I want you to be okay. You’re a cute guy.” I grumbled a bit, before she finally released her hands, reaching into her shoulder bag with both of them, before pulling her phone out with one of them. “Right, come here. I’m giving you the biggest hug ever. That way you’ll want another one, and be a lot less likely to go stepping off bridges…” Hey, I wasn’t going to argue with this woman. First off, she’s cute. Secondly… she gives off this vibe of ‘do as I say, or you’ll regret it’. Thirdly… I was still calming down after everything, so if I was going to try this again… I’d need a few days, I think, to get my head back to normal. And fourthly… and most importantly… she hadn’t called anyone. She hadn’t called the police. Hadn’t called to get me locked away for my own safety. She was just… letting me go. This was the best thing that could have happened once she saved me, and I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. As I stood up, she held out her arms, creating an opening for me to hug her. Slowly shuffling forward, I got closer and closer until she took the lead and stepped forward, wrapping her rather strong arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I wrapped mine around her waist and embraced the hug. With my head pressed against her chest like this, this hug felt like the best thing in the world right now. The best thing I had experienced in years. I felt all the sadness I tried bottling up, all the anger, all the pain, everything… come rushing forward, flooding my body with emotion. I began to cry into her shoulder. “There there, Noah, let it all out. You’ve had a stressful life from the sounds of it. Just let it all out. Forget about it. You don’t have to be big and strong with me.” Her words, along with the soft, comforting accent of hers… made me feel smaller than ever. Even as she stroked my blonde hair, which must have come untied from the ponytail earlier, I felt smaller than ever, despite her only being a couple of inches taller than me. And I’m 5’9! Yet I felt two feet tall compared to this woman somehow. “I… sorry I’m such a mess. You… you shouldn’t have to comfort me like this.” She squeezed me tighter, then moved her mouth closer to my ear. “Sweetie, I am so glad I ran into you tonight. I think fate brought us together. Because I think I can help you.” A small little pinch. In my upper arm. That’s all that was felt before the world… and my body… got really heavy. Before the world started spinning. Before everything felt… almost good for once. And then… the lights went out. ====================================================== Sorry for the really heavy start to this story. I promise you it gets easier. It's a very emotional story, and may have some darker moments like this. But I promise you, it's worth it. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, despite this! Like I said... I put a lot more of myself into this story... Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Epilogue Spire of Submission – LittleFallenPrincess “That was lame!” “I thought it was cute. Though I wasn’t happy we lost.” “Where were the fights? We had like… barely any!” “Why’d I get picked off first? I got no chance to shine!” “I like how you worked in my patron. Though I wish I had made it further.” “I hate this stupid outfit.” “I… well… I thought it was good… though a bit weird… and… umm…” “Of course you thought it was good! You got to actually fight! And you made it all the way to the top!” Lauren whined, in her typical bitchy way. Lauren. Otherwise known as Isolde, the human bard. Well known in the community as a bit of a backstabber. Does look fantastic in latex though. “Yes, but she ended up in… that outfit…” Emma replied, pointing and laughing at Zoey, who didn’t reply, she just blushed and tried to hide her face. “I think she got it way worse than any of us…” Emma. Otherwise known as Herta, the dwarf ranger. Very loud, very vocal woman who seemed to really get into her role. “Including ME?” Thomas snapped, pointing at the maid dress he was currently wearing, much to his chagrin. Thomas. Otherwise known as Magnus, the human Paladin. Overconfident, eager, one of those guys who thinks he’s always right. “Yes! Including you! At least you have clothes!” Amanda said, still trying her best to cover her breasts with one of her arms, using the other to point at Emma, who sat across the table from her, who was in a similar predicament, being completely naked like Amanda was. Amanda. Otherwise known as Aurelia, the tiefling warlock. Actually one of my best friends. Had a bit of a crush on her for a while, and she’s had one on me… but we’ve never done anything about it, hence why I invited her, to finally see if anything would happen between us. “Yeah, Thomas and Lauren got off easy… they got actual clothes. Kinky clothes… sure… but at least they got clothes! And hey, I think I got off worse! I’m the only one who couldn’t EVEN ROLL THEIR DICE!” Kai replied as they struggled about, trying to use their arms but failing due to the tight bondage rope constraining them. Kai. Otherwise known as Thistle, the half-elf druid. Enby. Really cool. Really kinky. Loves to get high. Been to a few events with them. “Yeah, they’ve got a point there…” Freddie added. “I just look… ridiculous…” Freddie. Otherwise known as Vico, the halfling barbarian. Up for anything. Head as empty as his counterpart. But he’s always a lot of fun. “But you’re so cute as a little doll!” Zoey replied, smiling at Freddie, before taking the dummy out of her mouth, giggling the whole time. “MY little stuffie!” Zoey. Otherwise known as Serrill, the elf cleric. Shy, timid, very anxious trans girl. New to the community, invited by Amanda, apparently they’re old friends. She… is a lot cuter than I expected… As I watched my players… though some may call them victims… I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Sure, maybe some of them weren’t happy with their character’s fates, but I did warn them. I told them at the start… this may or may not be ‘fair’. I told them that if they wanted to win… they’d have to potentially endure some humiliating things both in game and out of it. But hey, I was hoping that maybe… just maybe… I could open up some hidden kinks they never knew they had. And sure, I missed the mark on some, but I definitely hit the nail on the head with others. And it seems like that no matter what they say… They all had fun tonight. “So… Lily… seeing as no one ‘won’…” Emma interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to the tabletop. “Sorry, that means no one gets the prize,” I replied, shrugging. Most of the table was in uproar. I’ve been playing the ‘Mistress’ for a while now. It’s a little game and competition I set up, based on the familiar tabletop roleplaying game that has become more and more popular over the years. I play the Mistress, a demonic queen looking for her true love… kidnapping people to try and find them. When in reality… I’m just a nerdy domme with way too much time on her hands, and an abundance of nerdy subs willing to play my game just to win a date with me. I’m just your average, nerdy, very kinky, mid-thirties domme. I have a boring job outside of this community, and I, like the rest of my players, look just like my character (Though I do put a bit more flair into the Mistress. I wish I could be as stylish as her, I only dress up for kink events… most of the time I’m just wearing pyjama bottoms and a camisole). Yes, these seven were all hoping to win a date with me. I promised them that if they made it to the top of the Spire in my game, then defeated the Mistress without being corrupted too far… whoever is still standing wins a date with me. Where things go after that… well that’s up to fate. I may end up dating one of them, or I may date a couple of them… it’s purely based on if I’m genuinely interested in them after the dates. This game is purely for a shot at getting a date with me. After that, it’s all down to how well we connect whether or not I enter into a relationship with them. Though really… in a way, this game is like a first date. You see… I find you can learn a lot about a person by the way they play. Some play to win. Others love the roleplay. Some can stab friends in the back, just to make sure there is less competition if they defeat the Mistress. Because if your group makes it up as a whole and defeats the Mistress somehow, you all get to take me on a date, which means more competition. It’s an interesting setup that brings out a lot in people. And it tells me a lot about the kind of person they are, even if they don’t realise it. But no one ever defeats the Mistress. I’ve played this countless times before with a lot of groups. It’s become a bit of a challenge within our little kinky community actually, which I’m… quite proud of. That’s why I put all my previous players’ characters into the game. They all failed trying to win a date with me, now their characters are immortalised within my Spire. And it’s not like it’s any old normal roleplaying tabletop game. I’m a domme, of course I’m going to make it kinky as hell! I put most of my own kinks into it, with a couple extra just to keep people guessing as to what mine actually are. Though they’re always surprised when it comes to the Nursery… no one expects me to be into ageplay. Which hurts really, as it’s what I desire most… to be a Mummy to someone. I do warn them, before they even join, that whatever happens to your character… happens to you. You get turned into a puppy by the Houndmaster like Emma did? Emma spent the rest of the game barking like a dog, completely naked with only a collar on, just like her character. You get turned into a maidservant by the creepy Mimic? You’re wearing the sluttiest, skimpiest maid outfit I have, the one Thomas is currently wearing. And I don’t care what gender you are. You’re wearing the dress. You get tied up by the Dryad like Kai did? Clothes off whilst I grab the rope. Good luck trying to roll the dice when you can’t move. You submit to the Succubus? Wrist and ankle cuffs are locked on, clothes off. Though it was fun getting to set up Amanda’s warlock patron like that. I like to add special personal touches like that to my games. You fall to the Satyr, becoming his helpless, brainless bimbo? I have the cutest little latex dress for you… make sure to put this lipgloss on to make your lips even more luscious like Lauren’s currently are! Or does the Nanny turn you into a little dolly? I have a bunch of cute dresses and some babyish stuff waiting for you, just like Freddie is wearing, with his cute little yellow babydoll dress and his over-the-top doll makeup. And they have to stay like this for the rest of the night, until it’s time to go home… or until they safeword. Sometimes I have some fun with them afterwards, despite them never winning a date with me. I want them to have enjoyed their experience, even if they had no chance of winning. No one ever wins though. All those puppy girls and toys and other ‘victims’ their characters came across? All previous group’s characters that I’ve carried over. Sometimes I mix up the Lords, I take out some kinks and put some others in, so no one can predict what will happen, and I tend to cater them to the players, trying to get them to try new kinks I think they’d like. Like I said, it doesn't always work. I'm not a mind reader, but I have a pretty good read on people. Sometimes I awaken new kinks, sometimes I really miss the mark. Though I’m proud to say the majority either were into what I picked or discovered it was a new kink of theirs. But the Nanny and the Mistress? Always the same, always present at the end, I never sub them out. But no one has ever gotten past the Nanny. Except Zoey… “Zoey…” I said, cutting everyone off as they continued to talk excitedly about the game they had just taken part of. As they all looked at me, the room went silent. “Do you need a change?” I asked. She looked at me, panic in her eyes, her cheeks quickly turning red. “I… umm…” “Come with me, little one…” I held out my hand, allowing the girl to grab it, before I stood up from the table, abandoning my rule book and all my notes and stuff… to escort this timid little girl into my bedroom. “Be good, you lot. I’ll be back soon,” I warned them. I may play games on the table… but I do not play games as a domme, and they know my reputation. So they all backed down and nodded, obediently reducing their noise levels to a more acceptable level as they continued to discuss the game… and giggle at their friend’s fate. Leading Zoey into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, I nervously stared at the door, avoiding turning around. I knew that if I looked at her… I… Then she broke the silence. “I… was… was I okay? I’ve… umm… never played anything like this before… and… umm…” My concern for her outweighed my nervousness. So I quickly turned around, finding myself stunned at just how damn cute she was. Wearing the same blue frilly babyish dress and matching nappy cover that her character was fated to wear… with a thick, probably wet, nappy on underneath it… she just looked… perfect. She was better than perfect. She was beautiful. And adorable. And everything in between. I know I didn’t let her win. I should have. But, like I said as the Mistress… I have an image to maintain. But seeing her now… like this… I knew I’d have to let that facade go. I knew I’d have to make an exception. “Sweetie, you were brilliant! You did such a good job! You were such a good girl!” I said, trying to ease her nerves. “More importantly… Did you have fun?” “I mean… despite not winning… yeah, I did.” I wanted so desperately to ask her something… so I took a risk. “Were you hoping to win?” “I…. yeah…” she replied, nervously, her cheeks turning red as she stared at her feet. “What about your character’s fate? I’m guessing you hated it.” “I mean… it was better than the others. I… never even considered ageplay. Like I said, I’m kinda new to everything… so I’ve not really tried much.” “So what do you think about what you’re wearing? Do you like it?” “I… it’s comfortable… and… umm…” I could sense it in her from the start. It’s why I sent the monster out to get her character in the Dormant Vale. It’s why I let her join the game in the first place. Something about this girl… it’s like I could sense there was a little in there… somewhere… even if she didn’t know it. Especially from what Amanda has told me about her. Honestly… the more she told me about this girl, I felt like Amanda was trying to set me up with her from the start. “Use your words, sweetpea…” That just made her blush even more, as she continued to look down at the floor. So I used this opportunity to reach out, putting my free hand under her chin, cupping it gently, and lifting it so she was looking me in the eyes. “I… sorta… feel… cute… maybe…” “Is this something you’d be willing to try more?” I asked, softly. “I… maybe… Amanda did say you were good at bringing out people’s hidden desires…” Zoey replied, blushing more and moving her head to the side so she could continue staring at the floor. “I bet you’re soaked after all those drinks…” I said, pushing it a bit further, getting closer to her… wanting so badly to just… kiss her… but knowing I shouldn’t. So with my free hand, my other still holding hers… I reached down and stuck a finger into the side of her nappy. “You are soaked!” “I… sorry!” she squealed, sounding nervous, finally looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. “Oh baby… no, you’re such a good girl for doing that! I did say you didn’t have to wet it, that that part was entirely optional… but you’re such an eager little girl, aren’t you?” “I… wanted to please you… and… umm… I kinda wanted to see what it felt like…” “And? How did it feel?” “I… umm… umm…. umm…” she mumbled a bit until I stared at her, raising my eyebrow. “I… liked it.” “Does the baby want Mummy to change her nappy?” “Umm… maybe… but… I didn’t win.” “And?” “So… you’re not my Mummy…” she sighed. I looked the timid, anxious girl in the eyes, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek with my hand. Screw my rules. Screw my reputation. Screw my ‘image’. If I didn’t ask this girl out right now, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. “Do you want me to be?” ------------------- One Month Later ------------------- “You really think so?” I asked Zoey, as she sat in my lap, snuggled up against me, her thickly padded bum resting on my legs, sucking her dummy as we both watched the latest cutesy Princess movie. I had never been happier, this girl brought so much warmth back into my heart since we started dating. She barely leaves my house now, she’s practically moved in at this point. And we’re slowly going through my long list of kinks… “Yeah!” she replied, looking adorable as ever, with her smile that could warm even my cold, sadistic heart. “Are you okay with that though?” I asked, concerned. “Having a Mummy and a Nanny? Yes! Plus… she’s cute. And totally into you.” “But it was obvious she was setting us up. I think she’s a pretty good matchmaker by the way…” “Yeah buh… the way she looks at you… talks to you… and the way you do the same to her… it’s clear you two are into each other. And I know she’s poly… and single…” “Sweetie, I think you’re reading too much into it.” “And then… and… and… and you saw how she was, how she looked after Serrill… she was super maternal…” “You two had great chemistry, I will admit. At first I thought maybe she’d want to date you, which confused me as to why she’d agreed to play in the first place. And then you two bounced off each other really well during the game. And she was good at looking after my little baby in the game…” “Seriously. The way she looks at you. And at me. I swear there’s some interest there, in both of us. I think she was just setting us up because we fit really well together. And you and her are both dommes… or at least she mostly is. I think. Which is difficult with two dommes. But you have a sub now! Me! And I bet she’d be super duper excited to be with us both…” “Sweetie, that’s just like my game… it’s fantasy…” “Oh come on… She’s been all mopey at events since we got together. I still think she brought me along to the game so we could win… together.” “Look, if I ask her out for the both of us, if I ask her to be our girlfriend and to be your Nanny… will you drop it? If she says no, we leave it at that and move on, okay?” Zoey began excitedly bouncing up and down on my lap, waving her hands just like a little toddler who had been told they could get a new stuffie. “Yes Mama! Maybe she says no, maybe she just wants to be Nanny and play with us occasionally… I mean she has offered to babysit… WHICH IS ANOTHER SIGN! But yes, whatever she picks, I think we should try… WAIT!” “What is it, sweetpea?” Zoey grinned at me. She had clearly come up with something clever. “...Why don’t you design a new campaign just for her?” ====================================================== Oh? Whats that? The story is over? It wasn't 40 chapters? Oh no... *giggles* I knew you'd all be thinking they'd be saved in the last few chapters. But did you see this coming? Did you enjoy the comparison to the first chapter? I hope you've all enjoyed Spire of Submission. It was a lot of fun to write, and maybe I'll write a sequel in the future (after many other planned stories though). Please leave your comments about this story, I'd love to know what you all thought of it, especially the ending, but the entire story as a whole. And don't worry, that doesn't mean no more story. Just means new story on Wednesday! And its a good one. One that's very close to my heart. And one where I put a lot more of myself into it. The first chapter is very heavy, but I'll leave trigger warnings in the headers of each chapter in which they're needed. So far my subscribers are enjoying it, I hope you all do too! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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