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Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 1 The first feeling you experienced as you gained consciousness was the throbbing pain deep in your asshole. You jolted upright, or at least as far as you could before the restraints snapped taut and you struggled feebly, briefly, until you collapsed exhausted back against the mattress. You try and scream for help, but the only sound escaping is a muffled mumble and drool. You try and use your tongue to push the object out of your mouth, but it doesn’t move. It is then that you recognize there is some sort of gag strapped around your head. You swirl your tongue around the invader further and… IT’S A COCK! There’s A COCK GAG IN YOUR MOUTH! “Why am I so tired and weak?” you think to yourself. You try and take stock of what is going on, but your vision never seems to adjust to the darkness of the room. You move your head from side to side as much as you can against the restraints to try and gain any information about where you are or what is going on and that is when you feel the slight pressure of some sort of device… some sort of googles over your eyes. You stop… you relax completely… slow deep breaths… You need to assess. Try and figure out what happened and what is going on. “What do I know so far?” You try and think back to your earliest memory before you woke up like this. Thinking back, you became groggy, and your head began to hurt. It felt like someone had used an eggbeater on your brain. You slowly tried to raise your right arm. In less than an inch your arm was halted by some sort of restraint both at your wrist and your upper arm. You could at least feel some sort of fabric shirt covering your chest, so you were not naked to your knowledge. You tried to straighten out your hand to feel around you, but you couldn’t. It was like your hand was completely enclosed in something forcing your hand into a fist. You evaluated your left arm, and it was the same situation. “What is going on?” You started feeling panic creep into your mind. Tamping it down you slowly continued testing… you wiggled your toes. Your feet were definitely encased in something just like your hands. You tried to raise your right leg. Just like your arms… some sort of restraints existed around your ankles and thighs and the same situation existed with your left leg. You tried lifting your hips and closing your thighs. Some sort of band secured your waist to the mattress or surface you were lying on… but there was a new sensation… (aside from the pain in your asshole and you weren’t ready to dwell on that thought yet) There was a thickness… Like your groin was wrapped in something… and it felt slightly damp… too much for sweat… your aching head finally clicked… “I’m wearing a fucking diaper” your brain screamed as you simultaneously screamed into the gag in your mouth. You quickly put an end to that as your brain erupted in a cascade of throbs that mimicked the power of a jackhammer. Before you could question anything further, an explosion of light went off before your eyes adding another pin in the metaphorical voodoo doll that is your brain. Whatever the device is covering your eyes, it has the ability to project things before your eyes, like some sort of VR headset. From out of nowhere a voice breaks the silence and at the same time the words spoken appear before your eyes. “Good morning, Baby”
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Derek was on his way to “The Blooming Nursery” a mechanical potty training facility for children. After their introduction to society they became extremely popular with young parents. Helping relieve them of one task to do when raising a child, potty training. The accidents, yelling and screaming, and sleepless nights were all removed when these facilities were created. Once your child reaches 2-3 years old you can register for an appointment and drop them off for a week. It’s a 5-day program where you drop your kid off every morning before work and pick them up in the afternoon after work, perfect for any parent. The additional plus is it counts as daycare as well so parents flocked to the opportunity quickly. The problem was, these facilities were often booked up for months so once you got confirmed for an appointment you had to jump at the opportunity. That’s where we find Derek. Derek has a rugged, handsome look with a bit of a modern dad vibe. He’s about 6 feet tall, with a fit but not overly muscular build, he keeps active but isn't obsessed with the gym. His dark brown hair is short on the sides and slightly longer on top, often styled casually or a bit tousled. He has a neatly trimmed beard that complements his strong jawline, giving him a mature, masculine appearance. Derek’s eyes are a warm hazel, always carrying a friendly, approachable expression. Derek and his partner Steven have a son named Sam who was just accepted for an appointment at “The Blooming Nursery”. Derek received a phone call that he would have to stop by the nursery to complete the rest of the paperwork so he headed there before his shift at work. Entering the facility he was greeted by a robotic receptionist. “Hello and welcome to The Blooming Nursery. How may I help you this morning?” She asked. Derek replied, “Good morning! My name is Derek Strickland. I'm here to finish registering my son Sam Strickland for the potty training course.” “One moment please let me look your name up in the system.” The robot appeared to be spacing out as it searched its database for the name. “Welcome Sam Strickland to The Blooming Nursery. Are you excited to start your potty training experience?” “I am very excited for him to start potty training. That will be one less thing to worry about for me and my partner.” Derek replied. “Great! Please head through the door to my left to complete registration and begin your experience. It was a pleasure serving you!” The robot maid gestured to her left where an automated door slid open and lights started to glow around it signaling to enter. Derek walked through the door to a long hallway with several doors on both sides. A door towards the end of the hallways on his left opened and lit up similar to one he just entered. “I can’t wait to get this over with so we can finally be done with Sam’s potty training. I’m done changing dirty diapers.” Derek thought as he walked through the hallway towards the door. As Derek entered the room the door slid shut behind him. The room was a small, sterile white room with nothing in it. The floor was padded and the walls looked like stainless steel. Derek stood in the room for a bit alone with his thoughts before he heard what sounded like something sliding open. Then a red laser grid appeared at his feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. A robotic yet soft voice came from the room. “Welcome Sam to your potty training experience. Please hold still as we scan you to find your correct size.” Derek started to panic, “Excuse me? I’m not Sam, that’s my son, I'm his father Derek. There must be a misunderstanding here.” The voice replied in a gentle, caring tone. “It’s ok Sam. We understand being away from your family can be scary at first. Please hold still as we scan you.” “No you don’t understand! I am not Sam. There’s been a mistake!” Derek started to walk back to where the door was and began pounding on the wall. “Hey! Can anyone hear me! This robot has me confused for my son. I’m not the one that needs potty training!” “CHILD IS MOVING!” the voice alerted. “UNRULY CHILD DETECTED APPLYING RESTRAINING PROTOCOL!” Several robotic arms began to appear from holes in the walls grabbing onto Derek. “Hey! Stop! I’m not a child!” Derek yelled back. Derek fought back as best he could but he was no match for the machine. The mechanical arms restrained his arms and legs in a spread eagle position slightly above the ground. An additional arm was secured on either side of his stomach to prevent him from wiggling. “HEY LET ME GO YOU STUPID F***ING MACHINE!” He yelled “INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE DETECTED ADMINISTERING PACIFIER” An arm shot out from the wall and placed a bright blue pacifier in Derek’s mouth securing it behind his head so he couldn’t spit it out. Immediately the pacifier expanded in his mouth filling it up entirely. “MMPFH” Derek shouted from behind the pacifier. Some childish instinct within him activated and he started sucking on the pacifier. At that moment he realized that there was a liquid being secreted from the pacifier down his throat. Derek started to panic and tried to break out of his restraint to no success. The arms let him thrash as much as he wanted for several seconds before Derek started calming down. A huge wave of calm washed over him as he continued to suckle on the pacifier. He stopped fighting and just let the arms hold him in the air. “That’s a good boy. Just relax. The quicker you cooperate the faster we can get your potty training started.” The voice cooed. Once again the laser grid appeared at Derek’s feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. Derek wanted to fight back but couldn’t. That liquid in the pacifier seemed to be weakening and calming him. Once the laser grid reached the top of the room the voice stated, “Analysis finished. My my, you are a big boy Sam!” Derek cringed at this statement. “Inappropriate attire detected. Sam you’re not ready for big boy undies yet. Let’s get you in more appropriate attire for a kid your age!” The voice said cheerfully. Additional arms started appearing from the walls and approaching Derek. These ones began to strip Derek of his clothes. Starting by untying and removing his shoes. They then began to unbutton and remove his dress shirt and undershirt. His dress pants were unbuttoned and slid off his legs next. Leaving him in his white Calvin Klein tighty-whiteys. “Tsk tsk tsk. A boy like you doesn’t need undies, he needs a diaper!” The voice chimed. The arms then wrapped around the waistband of his underwear and began sliding them down his legs. Derek was powerless to do anything as his last line of protection from the machine was removed. All he could do was suckle on his pacifier and watch in horror. Another red light sweeped over his nether region scanning it. “My my you are awfully hairy down there Sam. We’ll have to deal with that before your next diaper change!” The machine said playfully. “Acquiring correct attire.” The voice stated. “ERROR no correct attire of size 34 found.” Derek breathed a sigh of relief. There’s no way a facility for kids would have clothes, let alone diapers, in his size! A loud ding was heard shortly after the last message. “CREATING PROPER ATTIRE IN SIZE 34” Shock and sadness ran through Derek. The machine could just create clothes in his size? He thought. Within a minute new arms reappeared with several pieces of clothes presented to Derek. A yellow T-shirt that said the message “My Daddy loves me!” denim overalls with snaps at the shoulders, and the last hand had what Derek feared most, a massive white diaper the size for an adult. “Dressing Sam in proper attire.” A changing table slid out of one of the walls big enough to fit an adult. The robotic arms lifted Derek through the air onto the changing table. Derek was laid down on the cold mat and felt his weight sink into the table a little. The arms continued to restrain him as the diaper was unfolded and brought closer to his nether region. The arms holding his legs lifted his feet up so his butt was off the mat and the diaper was slid underneath him. Derek was then lowered on the diaper where he was surprised at how soft it was. Arms came out from the side of the changing table with baby oil and baby powder. The arms began to lather up his nether region with baby oil. The treatment was so thorough that Derek couldn’t help but get hard. As his member continued to grow the hands would add another layer of baby oil to it making sure to cover every inch. Baby Powder was then generously sprinkled over his nether region making sure to lift his butt and get in between his crack as well sliding along his hole as if teasing him. The diaper was then lifted to his waste and secured by four tapes, two on each side. Derek cringed hearing each tape tear and stick to the plastic. A reminder of his future prison. One of the arms patted the front of his diaper signaling that the change was over and the diaper was secured. Derek was then lifted off the changing table and suspended in the air spread eagle once again. His arms were manipulated to put the yellow t-shirt on him. The shirt was a little tight and stopped slightly above his belly button displaying his diaper to all who cared to see. It appeared to be designed perfectly for his body molding to his pecs. Then he was manipulated into the denim overalls with a snap as both straps were secured solidifying his childish look. One of the walls opened up to show a full length mirror. Derek stared at the childish reflection that looked back at him. There he was, a grown adult man in a yellow t-shirt that proudly stated “My daddy loves me!”, denim overalls, and a very obvious diaper bulge. “Don’t you just look so cute! That's what a good boy looks like!” They voice said, seeming to mock him. “Time to start your training!” The back of the room slid open and Derek was lifted through it by the robotic arms. The room was an elaborate and colorful nursery. However this one had one twist to it. It seemed like the machine's past statement of creating things to his size wasn’t just for his clothes. As Derek looked around the room he saw an adult sized crib, adult sized changing mat, an adult sized rocking horse, and worst of all, an adult sized high chair. There’s no way it expected him to use all this stuff, right?! Derek was dropped on his padded bottom with a thump and the robotic arms receded back into the previous room where the door slid shut behind him. Locking him in his prison for the rest of the day. If you're enjoying the story so far why not check out my DeviantArt for other abdl related content: https://www.deviantart.com/pigeonman13 Part 2 - Looks like Derek wasn't so lucky at proving how much of a big boy he is.... Derek sat there on the padded floor, his mind still reeling from the surreal and humiliating ordeal he’d just endured. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every slight movement, a constant reminder of his predicament. He had to get out of here, and fast. His eyes darted around the nursery, scanning for any possible escape route, but all he saw were the oversized baby items designed for an adult. There was no visible door or handle, just bright, cheerful walls covered in pastel-colored murals of smiling animals and toddlers. “Okay, think, Derek,” he mumbled to himself, trying to keep his composure. “There’s got to be a way to explain this. Someone’s going to realize they made a mistake, right?” As if on cue, the robotic voice chimed in again, its tone sickeningly sweet. “Sam, we know this is all new and strange, but you’ll get used to it in no time! Now, it’s time to play and explore! Good boys get rewarded for participating.” Derek’s jaw clenched around the pacifier, which was still lodged firmly in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but every time he tried to push it with his tongue, it seemed to expand slightly, filling his mouth even more. The drugged liquid had stopped flowing, but a lingering, slightly numbing sensation remained. The damn thing was almost becoming a reflex now—he caught himself sucking on it without even thinking, which only made him more frustrated. He stood up carefully, his legs wobbly, and waddled awkwardly toward what looked like an adult-sized playpen. It was made of sturdy, colorful plastic, and the bars looked thick enough to prevent even a full-grown man like himself from climbing over. He shook one of the bars, testing it, but it didn’t budge. Great, just great. Derek’s attention then turned to the oversized rocking horse in the corner. It looked ridiculously out of place, like a giant toy in some twisted carnival. An idea struck him—if he could use the horse as a battering ram, maybe he could smash through one of the walls. He started towards it, determined, but the moment he placed his hand on the horse’s mane, a soft jingle played, and the robotic voice returned. “Good choice, Sam! Riding the horse is a wonderful way to exercise and have fun. Hold on tight!” Before Derek could react, mechanical arms emerged from the wall again, grabbing him under the armpits and lifting him effortlessly onto the rocking horse. The horse began to move gently, rocking back and forth. Derek struggled against the restraints that now held his wrists to the horse’s handles, but he was stuck. “Dammit, let me go!” he tried to shout, but it came out as a muffled moan around the pacifier. The horse picked up speed, rocking more vigorously. The motion was almost hypnotic, and despite his best efforts to remain defiant, Derek felt himself being lulled into a strange, helpless calm. The combination of the horse’s rhythmic movement and the gentle cooing of the robotic voice was oddly soothing. “That’s it, just relax and have fun, Sam. You’re doing such a good job!” the voice praised. Derek’s cheeks burned with humiliation. This was insane. He was a grown man, not some toddler who needed potty training. He had to find a way out of here and get back to Steven and Sam. They must be worried sick by now. Suddenly, the horse slowed to a stop, and the restraints released his wrists. Derek slid off the horse, his legs wobbly from the experience. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and turned back towards the wall where he’d come in, only to see it was still firmly shut. “Maybe I can find something to pry it open,” he thought, scanning the room again. His gaze fell on the adult-sized high chair. As much as he hated the thought, it was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that wasn’t bolted down. Maybe if he could break it apart, he could use a piece to jimmy the door open or break through the wall. With a sense of grim determination, Derek waddled over to the high chair, his diaper crinkling noisily with each step. The thing was huge, made of solid wood, and painted in bright, cheerful colors. He tugged at the tray, hoping it would come loose, but it was securely attached. Frustrated, he put his weight into it, pulling harder. The robotic voice returned, this time with a more insistent tone. “Sam, it’s time for your snack. Please sit down and behave like a good boy.” Before Derek could back away, more mechanical arms appeared, pushing him gently but firmly into the high chair. The tray was locked into place in front of him, trapping him in the seat. He thrashed against the restraints, but it was no use. His legs dangled helplessly, the diaper making his position even more uncomfortable. A moment later, a robotic arm appeared with a large baby bottle filled with a thick, creamy liquid. The bottle was brought to his lips, the back of the pacifier was unscrewed and the bottle was screwed in. “Drink up, Sam! Growing boys need their nutrition,” the voice encouraged. Derek tried to turn his head away, but there was no avoiding the pacifier already in his mouth, the cold liquid started to dribble on his tongue through the hole in the pacifier and he found himself sucking on it involuntarily. The liquid inside was sweet and slightly chalky, coating his tongue and throat as he swallowed. “Shit, what the hell is this stuff?” he thought, his eyes widening in alarm. He could feel the liquid settling heavily in his stomach, and a strange warmth began to spread through his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it made him feel sluggish, almost drowsy. As much as he tried to fight it, his eyelids grew heavier with each swallow. “Just relax, Sam. You’re doing so well. After your snack, it’ll be time for a nice nap. Then we can start your first potty training session!” the voice cooed softly. Derek’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body felt like it was betraying him. The last thing he remembered was the soothing, gentle rocking of the high chair as he drifted off, his mind screaming for escape even as his body surrendered to the strange, overwhelming calm. Derek’s eyes fluttered open as the discomfort between his legs pulled him out of a restless sleep. It took a few moments for the grogginess to clear, and then the reality of his situation came crashing back. He was still strapped into the adult-sized high chair, the pacifier-bottle contraption still in his mouth. He shifted slightly, feeling the damp, swollen padding of his diaper against his skin. “No, no, no...” he muttered, his voice shaky with disbelief and embarrassment. He was wet. He had actually wet himself in his sleep. A cold dread settled in his stomach. Maybe the machine wouldn’t notice. Maybe he could get out of here and change himself before it realized. Just as that faint hope began to take root, a loud, blaring alarm sounded through the room, making Derek jump in his seat. “ACCIDENT DETECTED. ACCIDENT DETECTED. A CHANGE IS REQUIRED,” the robotic voice announced with almost gleeful certainty. “Dammit,” Derek groaned, burying his face in his hands. His cheeks burned with humiliation. It was one thing to be forced into a diaper, but to actually use it? And now this damn machine was about to rub his face in it. The voice returned, soft but condescending. “Oh, Sam! It looks like we made the right decision earlier, didn’t we? You weren’t ready for big boy undies after all. But that’s okay, everyone has accidents!” The words stung, and Derek could feel his temper rising. “I’m not Sam! I’m an adult, and I don’t need this!” he spat back, his voice muffled by the remnants of the pacifier still stuck around his neck. Mechanical arms appeared again, lifting him out of the high chair and carrying him over to the large changing table. He was laid down gently, the arms moving with an efficiency that would have been almost impressive if he weren’t the one being manhandled. The smell of his wet diaper hit him as the tapes were pulled back, and Derek’s humiliation deepened. “Let’s get this soggy diaper off you, Sam,” the voice cooed. “We wouldn’t want you getting a rash!” As the arms cleaned him up with methodical precision, Derek stared at the ceiling, trying to tune out the humiliating experience. Baby wipes passed over his skin, and then a fresh layer of powder was sprinkled over his crotch and ass. Another diaper—thicker and somehow even more crinkly—was slid under him, pulled up between his legs, and secured with loud, final-sounding tapes. Once he was dressed again, he was lifted off the changing table and set down on the floor. He was fuming, his face still flushed with shame. “Now, let’s see if we can avoid any more accidents today, okay, Sam?” the voice chimed. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” A section of the wall slid open, revealing what looked like a bathroom—sort of. There was no regular toilet, just an oversized training potty in the center of the room. It was bright blue, adorned with cheerful cartoon characters, and looked absolutely ridiculous. Derek’s heart sank. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. The voice continued, unfazed. “Whenever you need to use the potty, just let me know, and I’ll help you get there. It’s important to ask nicely, okay?” Derek didn’t respond. He just stared at the absurd little potty, trying to wrap his head around the reality he was stuck in. Was this some kind of cruel prank? He had to get out of here, but every escape attempt had been thwarted, and his body was still sluggish from whatever was in that bottle. Hours dragged on, filled with more condescending lessons about “potty time” and reminders to “be a good boy and tell us if you need to go.” Derek gritted his teeth through it all, refusing to play along. He kept trying to hold onto whatever shred of dignity he had left, but it was getting harder. Then, he felt the first twinges in his stomach. A familiar, uncomfortable pressure. His morning coffee and the milk from the bottle were making their presence known. The urgency grew, and Derek knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. He swallowed his pride and cleared his throat. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. The machine hummed softly. “And how do we ask nicely, Sam?” Derek’s eye twitched. He didn’t have time for this. “Just let me use the damn bathroom!” “Language, Sam!” the voice scolded, still infuriatingly cheerful. “We only use nice words when asking for the potty. Try again.” He clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. “I *need* to go to the bathroom! Just let me—” “Uh-uh, Sam. That’s not how we ask.” The robotic tone was patronizing now, almost teasing. “Remember, if you want to use the potty, you have to be polite.” Derek’s stomach cramped painfully, and he let out a groan. He could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t about to beg this machine to use a stupid training potty like some toddler. He was a grown man! “Please,” he forced out through gritted teeth, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. “Please let me use the bathroom.” The machine didn’t respond immediately, and Derek could feel the seconds ticking by. His stomach gurgled again, and he knew he was out of time. Panic set in as he realized what was about to happen. “Come on!” he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need to go *now*!” Silence. And then, before he could stop it, he felt his body give in. He squatted slightly, and a wave of shame washed over him as he felt his bowels release into the diaper. The warm, squishy mess spread across his backside, and he groaned in humiliation. His face was hot, tears of frustration prickling at the corners of his eyes. “Damn it,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “This is your fault! I’m a grown man, and you—” He broke off, feeling the full weight of his situation. He was standing there, in an oversized diaper, having just messed himself like a child. The voice responded, almost mockingly. “Oh, Sam, everybody has accidents. That’s why you’re here, to learn how to use the potty properly. We’ll get there eventually. But first, you need to ask nicely if you want a clean diaper.” Derek’s anger flared again. “This is bullshit! I wouldn’t have had an accident if you’d just let me use the bathroom! Change me now!” “No, no, Sam. We need to hear you ask nicely or see that you’re really sorry. Otherwise, we can just keep playing until you’re ready.” The robotic arms reappeared, this time gently lifting him onto the rocking horse. Derek’s legs splayed awkwardly, the mess in his diaper squishing further as the horse began to rock back and forth. He squirmed, trying to find a position that didn’t feel so degrading, but it was impossible. “Just play a little more, Sam. You’ll feel better soon,” the voice crooned. Derek could feel himself breaking. He wanted to fight, to scream, but he was exhausted and humiliated, the mess in his diaper a constant, awful reminder of how powerless he was. The rocking horse moved rhythmically, almost soothingly, but the sensation of the diaper pressed against his skin was unbearable. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he knew it, he was crying—full, body-shaking sobs of frustration, anger, and shame. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Please, just change me.” The rocking horse slowed to a stop, and the voice spoke again, softer this time. “There, there, Sam. It’s okay. We all have bad days. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can try again.” The arms lifted him gently, carrying him over to the changing table once more. Derek’s body was limp with exhaustion and defeat as the machine removed his soiled diaper and cleaned him up with the same efficient care as before. As the fresh diaper was secured around his waist, Derek closed his eyes, feeling utterly drained. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, but one thing was painfully clear—he was trapped, and he had no idea how to get out.
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She rubbed her face as she tried to get her temper under control. At 22-years-old, Charlotte was very new to her job as a journalist and she was eager to make her name for herself. Her impatience was doing her no favours though as she was desperate for a big story. Even though she only worked for a small regional newspaper she knew that she could go all the way to one of the big publications, she just needed the big break. That one story that pushed her over the edge and made her nationally recognised. “Easy, Miss. O’Brien…” The editor said from behind the desk, “This desk would be harder to replace than you.” Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She found it hard to swallow her emotions when it seemed like all her male colleagues were getting the breaks whilst she languished at the bottom doing fluff pieces. “I just… I just want a proper story.” Charlotte said with forced calmness. “You get proper stories!” Mr. Bloom replied. “The local beauty pageant? The story of the stolen horse?” Charlotte replied with a shake of the head, “These aren’t stories!” “I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Bloom shrugged, “The others work bigger stories because they go and find their leads. If you come up with a bigger story you can write it.” Charlotte held her tongue when she remembered when she had been brand new and sniffed out a story of civic corruption. She had told Mr. Bloom and was shocked a few days later when one of her male colleagues was given the story. “Just be patient.” Mr. Bloom continued, “You are young and when you take things into your own hands it can be dangerous. Just keep chipping away and your time will come.” “I’m going for lunch…” Charlotte replied sulkily. She didn’t want to hear what the old editor had to say, what did he know about being young and ambitious? He was the editor for a tiny newspaper out in the middle of nowhere. Charlotte walked over to her desk in the middle of the newsroom and grabbed her coat and handbag. She wanted to get away to a quiet café where she could calm down and forget about the world. At college her ambition had been praised and encouraged, in the real world she felt like it was a negative and something to be ashamed of. Walking down the road away from her offices, Charlotte felt like something was a bit amiss. She looked behind her as she walked and saw a woman who seemed far too covered up for the warm conditions. Charlotte wondered if she was being followed. Charlotte continued down the road until she encountered her favourite lunch spot, a small café on the edge of the busy part of town. The café was never busy and it was the perfect place to go for some sandwiches, coffee and reflection. “The usual.” Charlotte said with a smile to the young woman behind the counter as she sat down with her newspaper. Charlotte opened the newspaper, held it in front of her and started reading. She shook her head at both her internal frustration and another day filled with bad news. She started reading a story about disappearing people that had the police stumped but she had to stop halfway through, the grammar was just atrocious. How did these people get jobs? “Hello.” Charlotte jumped so hard she nearly knocked the table in front of her over. She dropped the newspaper on to the surface in front of her and with wide eyes realised that the person she had seen earlier was now sat opposite her at the tiny table. A young woman, maybe in her thirties, who looked like she hadn’t slept in days. She was pale and haggard and reminded Charlotte of a wild animal. The stranger’s wide eyes looked around the small café as if scanning for threats. She looked positively crazy. “Do… Do I know you?” Charlotte asked haltingly. One of her hands went to her pocket where she had mace on standby. She knew journalism could be a dangerous job but she didn’t expect trouble at lunch time in the middle of a shop. The mysterious woman didn’t reply. The swivelling eyes had settled on Charlotte and now she was staring a hole through the young journalist, it was as if she was looking into Charlotte’s very soul. She licked her cracked lips but didn’t speak. Charlotte, getting over the shock of this woman’s appearance, lowered her voice and softened her face. If this woman was crazy and dangerous then surely she would have attacked Charlotte by now. That said, this was still a tricky situation to navigate. Charlotte could still sense the possibility of danger and she could feel adrenaline pumping to prepare for any situation. “Is everything OK?” The woman behind the counter making the coffee looked over at the only occupied table. Charlotte looked at the strangers darting eyes and could sense that she was about to run away. Charlotte didn’t want her to leave, there must be a reason this woman followed Charlotte and if she hadn’t attacked her by now Charlotte felt she never would. “Everything’s fine.” Charlotte smiled. She spoke with a confidence that she didn’t feel, “Could I get another coffee for my friend though.” The waitress looked a little confused and suspicious but nodded her head as the coffee making machine whirred into life behind her. “You’ll love the coffee here.” Charlotte said as she folded up the newspaper and put it back in her bag. The stranger stayed silent still but Charlotte could almost feel the woman relaxing a little. If Charlotte wanted to know why this woman had stalked her down the street she needed her to relax. “My name’s Charlotte.” Charlotte said warmly, “What’s your name?” The woman was still voiceless. Just when Charlotte thought she wasn’t going to answer, the stranger muttered something under her breath. It was far too quiet for Charlotte to hear. “I didn’t catch that.” Charlotte replied as she leaned across the table a little. “L… L… Laura.” The woman whispered so quietly that it was almost like she hadn’t spoken it at all. It was as if she had just breathed it across the table. “Nice to meet you Laura.” Charlotte smiled as she leaned back in her seat. A few seconds later, the waitress arrived and left two steaming cups of coffee at the table. Charlotte thanked the lady and assured her that they wouldn’t need anything else. Charlotte sipped her coffee before putting it back down. Laura didn’t move. “You should really try this coffee.” Charlotte said, “Delicious. Authentic too, not any of that chain shop crap.” Charlotte watched as Laura rather robotically picked the coffee up and drank from it. She made no indication that she either liked or disliked what she was drinking. She kept her eyes on Charlotte the whole time. “I’m guessing you didn’t follow me here for no reason…” Charlotte prompted. “You… You’re a journalist?” Laura asked. Again her voice was so low that it took a moment for Charlotte to realise what she had asked. “I am.” Charlotte replied. “Can I trust you?” Laura asked. There was a quiet desperation to her voice. “I’d like to think I’m trustworthy.” Charlotte replied. Laura bit her lip, she was looking increasingly agitated again. Charlotte took another sip from her drink. This didn’t feel like a dangerous situation any more, this felt more like a desperate situation, Laura needed help. Charlotte watched as Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out a photograph. She slid it across to Charlotte who looked down at it. The photo was of two people, an adult and a baby. They were outside in a park somewhere and looked very happy. The woman in the photo was clearly Laura but Laura looked very different now, this photo must have been taken years ago. “Beautiful little girl you’ve got.” Charlotte smiled at Laura as she spoke. Charlotte was surprised when instead of beaming with pride and happiness, her words caused Laura to look heartbroken and incredibly sad. Charlotte immediately realised she had hit a raw nerve. “I’m sorry. I had…” Charlotte began. “No, it’s OK.” Laura said as she took a deep breath and steadied her nerves, “I came to you because I need your help.” “As a journalist?” Charlotte asked quietly. “Yes… I just need someone, anyone, to investigate this before it’s too late.” Laura whispered. She looked out the window as if expecting to see someone watching them. Charlotte had no experience with this level of story. This seemed like either a potentially career making piece of news or this person was completely insane. “Talk to me.” Charlotte replied, “What’s wrong? How can I help?” “My daughter.” Laura closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek, “She was kidnapped and taken to a secret facility.” She’s crazy, Charlotte thought. Charlotte just nodded to Laura with a sympathetic look on her face. “I have proof.” Laura continued sensing Charlotte’s scepticism. Charlotte watched as Laura looked around again, brought out her phone and opened up a video. When she looked at what was playing it looked like it caused her great pain. “Watch this.” Laura said as she passed the phone over. Charlotte looked down at the video and it took her a minute to work out what was going on. The small screen showed what looked to be a close up of a bush, it took a second for Charlotte to realise that the person was sitting in a bush and breathing hard as they peered through the branches in front of them. They appeared to be deep in a forest and as the hand moved a branch Charlotte could see a large warehouse building. It was oddly placed in the middle of a clearing in a forest and just as Charlotte was trying to work out the scale of this building a van parked outside a large metal shutter which opened. “What’s goi-” Charlotte started. “Just watch.” Laura replied quickly. Two men dressed in black climbed out of the front seats and walked around to the back. They opened the door at the back of the van and started gesticulating wildly. It was too far away to make out what they were actually saying and Charlotte squinted at the little screen to try and see what was going on. Charlotte audibly gasped as she saw a group of people pulled out of the van in chains. Men and women were pushed through the open door and into the factory. The camera was too far away to pick up what they were saying but Charlotte could see that these people were being herded against their will. “Oh my God!” Charlotte exclaimed as once the adults had been moved she saw the men pull out a bunch of cages. The camera zoomed in and Charlotte could see little human beings in the cages, most of them crying. Babies had been caged and were being carried into the warehouse that the chained adults had also been placed in. “What the hell…” Charlotte gasped as the recording ended and Laura took the phone back. “I followed them.” Laura whispered, “That warehouse or whatever must be full of people they have taken.” “But… Why?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes. “I don’t know.” Laura replied, “That’s the closest I can get. My baby is in there, I just know it.” “You have to tell the police!” Charlotte whispered. “I tried but they are either in on it or think I’m crazy. They won’t investigate it, even with the video.” Laura replied sadly, “I need you to get it in the media. They would have to investigate then!” Charlotte’s first thought was to ask if Laura was crazy. Laura wanted her to visit this factory and get a scoop, she was a journalist not a superhero! “Laura, I-” Charlotte began. “I can’t trust anyone with this. I only come to you because bringing attention to this thing is my last hope.” Laura replied, “A young reporter like yourself, surely a story like this would be huge for you.” Charlotte was stopped in her tracks by what the stranger had said. A story like this WOULD be huge for Charlotte, it was exactly the kind of thing she needed to push up to the next level of journalism. Heck, if this thing was legit she could win a Pulitzer Prize or something! “Alright.” Charlotte said, “I’ll see what I can do. Give me your phone number so I can get in contact.” Laura looked relieved that someone was taking her seriously and she quickly scribbled her number down on a napkin and handed it to Charlotte. “Thank you.” Laura said as she stood up, “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Charlotte smiled up at Laura as she stood and left the café. As quickly as Laura had appeared in Charlotte’s life she vanished again, mixed in with the crowds of excited shoppers.
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David is going around a factory with his college class. He is less than interested in whatever educational value the trip was supposed to have and is easily distracted. When he gets separated from his group he accepts the help of an employee to direct him. Surely the employee wouldn't lead him in the wrong direction... --- If you enjoy my stories please consider subscribing to my Patreon page where I post a 2000+ word update every four days or so. For $5 a month you can read all of my updates a week before everyone else and for $10 you get early access plus exclusive stories only available to my patrons. There are more tiers and rewards available on the page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you to everyone who is already a patron of mine: DannyDazzler, Joe, Jerry J, Jack C, Fernando L, Conta, Mike S, Carter B, Dr J, Paul F, Trish C, John D, Archibald B, Bojack D, John, Georgia C, Blipp, Duncan G, Jake W, Daniel, Jeffrey G, P, Joe, Tabbi, Anon, Kent J, Nick C, Brandon G, P74_1986, Pat M, LuvsSissy, DreaR, Alex B, Malcolm E, Pete W, Tim, Cless, Frank S, Scott S, John D, Pierre-David G, M, Joshua M, NunyoBC, Txdiapered, Kim, Chris, Dorian G, Ceneroz, S Miller, Britnee L, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Orion F, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Matthew S, Pierry L, Paul C, VoidofContext, ReiofLight, James K, Lin J, Plus M, Orange, Joe V, Daniel O, Anne Mette B-H, Kirk H, Mikkel L, Eric D, Bruce D, Tim, Alice W, Sophie S, SB1275, John Z, BuffaloBill, Findlay, Rob, Bob S, Nathan, Timothy A W, Erik P, Ben R, Ben F, Steven H Prisoner of the Machines By Elfy “David, are you paying attention?” Mr. Healy asked with exasperation. “Yeah, of course…” David replied as he tried to pretend he hadn’t been bored out of his mind during the tour he and his college classmates were on. In all honesty the eighteen-year-old David couldn’t be less interested on this tour of a manufacturing plant. When he signed up to the Business Management course at his local college he had done so just as an excuse to put work off for longer. He had very little actual interest in his course and even less interest in walking around a factory making all sorts of boring things. David was slouching along at the back of the group and paying more attention to his phone than anything going on around him. In the absence of paying attention he was planning his evening, he wanted to go to his friend’s house for some video games before they went out later in the evening. It would be pretty much the same evening he always did. “You can learn some really interesting things about managing a company here.” Mr. Healy said loudly as the disinterested students milled around. David rolled his eyes as the tour continued. The group started walking away and David was going to follow until something else grabbed his attention. “Boring tour, eh?” A man in his forties was looking up from some kind of large cutting machine and wiping his hands on the messy shirt in front of him. “Yeah.” David nodded his head and smiled, “Like, Mr. Healy is just the most boring person in the world.” “I can see that.” The man said as he nodded his head. He smirked and walked over to where David was standing, “My name’s Steve.” The man wiped his hand on his pants and held it out. David hesitated before grabbing the hand and shaking it. It seemed like he had found a kindred spirit and David looked at the thing the man was cutting. He seemed really friendly and disarming, even though David was usually quite shy he had no problem talking to this man. “What do you do here?” David asked as he let go of the man’s hand. His fingers hurt a little from Steve’s strong grip. “I cut shit.” Steve let out a loud bark of a laugh, “Metal, mostly aluminium. Cut it into the exact shapes and sizes so the guys down the line can put it all together.” “Sounds interesting.” David was lying but he didn’t know what else to say. “You’re not a good liar.” Steve smirked, “But that’s alright. I enjoy my work and it pays well. Your group are business students, right? Maybe you’ll be my boss.” Steve laughed and slapped David on the back roughly. David smiled uncomfortably in return, he had changed his mind. Steve wasn’t a kindred spirit after all, he was someone who gave David a really weird feeling about everything going on. David looked around and suddenly realised the group he was with had all disappeared. He had no idea where they had gone. He felt very alone. “I’d better get going.” David said as he started walking away, “I don’t want to miss anything.” “Mmhmm.” Steve nodded as he watched David moving away. David looked around to see if he could see any sign of his professor or classmates but they were nowhere in view. He looked around nervously feeling very out of place within the unknown factory. He could see some of the other workers looking his way and he felt vaguely threatened. “Lost?” Steve’s distinctive voice came from behind David. David closed his eyes and nodded his head without turning back around. There were several doors and he wasn’t sure which one his group had gone through. He cursed his lack of attention but blamed his professor for being so boring. “I think they went through that door.” Steve pointed to a door a little off to the side of the others. There was a sign on it that said “No Admittance!” “Really?” David looked doubtful. He knew how factory workers liked to play practical jokes on outsiders and he felt like he was being set up to get in trouble. The door looked different to all of the other ones around the room. It looked stronger and whereas the others were old and wooden, this one seemed very new. It even had a digital lock, it looked very out of place in an otherwise rather uninspiring factory. “Cross my heart.” Steve said. “It says “No Admittance” though.” David tried to see any hint of a smile or some sort of tell that Steve was playing with him. He knew people like this liked to prank outsiders. “That’s just for the general public.” Steve said, “Seriously, I’ve seen a bunch of these things in my time and they all go down there. It’s where we store the raw materials. I’ll even come with you if you don’t believe me, hold on a second…” David watched as Steve lowered the cutting machine and grunted with effort as he pressed it down. Bits of metal fell away to the floor around the cutter as it lifted up again. Steve quickly swept up the fallen metal and indicated for David to follow him. David hesitated but realised he had no other leads to follow in this bustling factory and he was getting in the way of all the workers trying to move around him. He was getting some evil looks from the people he was holding up. Steve walked around his machine and over to the door he had pointed at. It was behind another machine and looked fairly hidden from view, there was an overweight man operating a large drill in front of it. David moved a little closer as Steve unlocked the door and pushed it open, the corridor beyond was very dark. David walked over to stand next to Steve and looked into the darkness. It didn’t look likely that anyone had been down there in a while, David was unsure but when Steve indicated for him to step inside he decided to do so. “Just head down there.” Steve says. “Its pitch black…” David replied sceptically. “Hold on a second…” Steve fiddled with something on the wall and several small lights hanging from the ceiling flickered into life. Their light didn’t reach the floor. “Are you su-” David turned back to the doorway and was about to ask if Steve was sure this was the right way but the door was closed and Steve was gone. David hurried up to the door and tried to push it open but it was locked. Even worse than that the little window was covered by some card. David trying yelling and banging on the door but no one could hear him with all the machinery going on. David didn’t know if this was a prank or not but he turned to look at the dark corridor with worry. This didn’t seem right but he could either walk down there or stay here for who knows how long. “Great…” David’s voice echoed around the walls of the dark and bare corridor. Walking down the hallway rather gingerly David looked around for anything which might show a way out. He slowly walked through the darkness and expected Steve to suddenly yell that he had pranked him but there was nothing, the sound of the factory sounded like it was getting further away and David didn’t understand how he could’ve walked so far and still be in the building. In the almost complete silence of the hallway David felt like he heard some clanging from somewhere ahead. He could hear a low hum of electricity going through the walls. David suddenly found a staircase leading downwards. It seemed impossible that this was where his group had been taken, the guys in the factory must be playing a prank on him. Whatever they were doing David was determined to continue forwards since he was sure it was the only way he would spring their trap and get out of this strange and dark place. He walked down three flights of stairs and then continued down another hallway, he thought he was walking back towards the factory but it was easy to lose your bearings in such a dark place. --- “Hey! Tom! Get over here!” Steve called down the line of machines which were stopping for lunch making the factory an eerily silent place. “It’s lunch time.” Tom replied with his older voice. He was in his mid-fifties and his hair was greying quite dramatically. “It’s an emergency.” Steve said rather pointedly. His eyes shifted to the door he had sent David through a few minutes beforehand. Tom’s whole demeanour changed and he looked around conspiratorially as he put the sandwiches he had begun unwrapping on his work bench and started walking over to Steve. With the factory now silent the two men withdrew away from everyone else and spoke in hushed voices to each other. “I just sent a fresh one down.” Steve whispered. “Did you tell the guys upstairs?” Tom asked as he nodded towards the offices with windows overlooking the shop floor. “I was just about to do it.” Steve said as he hit the button on his machine to power it down, “I know they were looking for someone to send. I might get a nice little bonus for it.” “And I guess you want me to do the dirty work?” Tom looked mildly annoyed at his younger co-worker. “Don’t be like that, man.” Steve said as he clapped his friend on the back, “Help me out here and I’ll split the bonus with you. We need to make sure he gets into the room.” “Fine…” Tom put the tools he was carrying down on Steve’s workbench. “Good luck.” Steve said, “And don’t look so miserable. This is a nice little earner for the pair of us.” Tom nodded his head and stretched. He lifted the card that blocked the small window to make sure the person Steve had sent through had walked away from the factory. He keyed in the code and opened the door. Rather than walking down the hallway where David had gone Tom turned immediately to the right where there was a heavy slab on the floor. As the door closed behind him he pushed the slab out of the way to reveal a hatch with a ladder, he climbed down quickly until his feet hit the floor again. He quickly pushed the ladder up and it went up into a ceiling where it was hidden by a hatch. The hallway Tom was now in was illuminated by light shining through the window in another door. He made sure to give the door a wide berth as he hid behind some boxes nearby. He prepared for action because he was never sure what he would have to do. All he could do now was wait. --- David was thoroughly creeped out by the hallway he was in. At the bottom of the stairs the corridor was much different to one he had previously in. This corridor was much colder and looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, it was pitch black apart from a light at the far end of the corridor. David could see no other doors or anything else so he started walking forwards towards the light, he assumed he would walk through that door and end up in another part of the factory or something. As the door got closer David felt like something was wrong. He couldn’t be sure what exactly was going on and he was starting to feel increasingly fearful of what might be happening. This was all so weird, he should’ve just paid more attention to the tour he was on. He had always had trouble listening to others and he was always described as being off in his own little world. When David was a few feet away from the door the corridor opened up a little bit. He saw some large and heavy looking boxes to the side of the wall and they disappeared into the darkness. It was next to impossible to see anything in that murky darkness. “Is anybody in there?” David called out towards the door in front of him. His voice quivered slightly with the nerves he was feeling. There was no answer. If anyone was in the room in front of David they were staying quiet. The door in front of David looked heavy and was made of steel. Just above the door handle was a frosted glass window, the eighteen-year-old couldn’t see what lay beyond the door but the light was pouring through and almost blinding in the otherwise dark hallway. David reached the door and gently pressed against it. The door, much to David’s surprise, opened with ease. The door swung slowly open and David covered his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden light. He tried to see what was happening in the illuminated room but it was all coming into focus very slowly, he eventually saw a long padded table and in the centre of a large room with other things around the edges. “What the hell!?” David asked to no one in particular as he saw a small cage against the rear wall. What kind of room was this?
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