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Something a little different and a little darker this week: a petgirl story...with diapers! This complete story is an excerpt from Abby's Petgirl Shorts and also available on Ream and SubStar. ----------------------------------- Kate let her head fall to give rest to her aching neck. She knew it wouldn’t last long. Her body was sore, and she was emotionally drained. The door opened, and Kate recognized the girl immediately. Sabrina was a vivacious twenty-two-year-old blonde, just on the verge of graduating and starting her life. Well, at least that’s who she used to be. Kate struggled to raise her head as she watched the cute co-ed crawl across the room. She had been one of the first girls taken and, at the time, it was regarded as tragic and unfortunate, but it wasn’t unusual for young blondes to turn up missing from time to time. But Sabrina looked nothing like the pictures that Kate was given and she struggled to make the pictures in her mind of the innocent young coed match the form that crawled to a stop at her feet. The girl was still cute. That was undeniable, but Kate had never seen anything quite like it. Sabrina was completely naked with a blue collar and bell around her neck. Her hair was split into high pigtails and adorned with light blue ribbons. Her breasts swung freely beneath her as she crawled and, when she came to a stop and sat up on her ankles, Kate could see that she had nipple clamps with small bells attached on them and what looked to be frilly garters around the base of each breast. Sabrina’s hands and feet were completely useless in the matching padded mittens and booties that appeared to be locked onto her limbs with tiny padlocks. The young blonde had a defeated look in her eyes, but kept her mouth open and her tongue out, as she had likely been trained. “Good girl! Stay.” Kate looked at the woman holding Sabrina’s leash. She looked like a boring suburban soccer mom, not at all like the monster that would take a young girl on the brink of starting her life and turn her into…this. The woman turned to Kate. “This is who you were looking for, wasn’t it? I told you that I knew just where she was!” Kate glared at the woman, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from telling the woman how she really felt about their previous encounter or what she would do to the woman if she would ever get free of these stupid restraints. So Kate settled for a glare and tried to put as much fire and distaste and disgust in it as she possibly could. “Oh, you’re cute when you’re mad! I think we need to make sure we see your face. Hang on just a sec…. Oh, who am I kidding? You aren’t going anywhere!” Kate thrashed in her bonds, but it was no use. The woman grabbed Kate’s ponytail and pulled her head back fiercely, making her look directly at the girl she was trying to save, who still sat obediently with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. It wasn’t until the woman stepped away that Kate realized she must have somehow attached her hair to the strict strappado tie that she was in. Kate groaned as she felt the pressure in her scalp and her shoulders ached from being held in such aggressive bondage. “Much better! Okay, you two stay right here and I’ll be back in just a minute!” The two women stared at each other for a moment, Kate unable to speak and Sabrina trained not to. Kate moaned and mumbled incoherently as Sabrina sat perfectly still with her eyes forward. Kate watched the girl as her eyes slowly darted towards the door and she allowed her tongue to recede into her mouth. Sabrina licked her lips and spoke, barely above a whisper. “Are you here to save us? Is there someone else coming?” Kate sighed and closed her eyes, unable to even explain to the girl that no one was coming and not realizing that her look of defeat told the blonde petgirl everything she needed to know. Sabrina whined sadly and sighed as she let her tongue hang out of her mouth again in a humiliating display of obedience. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o When another girl from the same town went missing, people started to take notice. Everyone looked for connections to see what they could piece together. It was just as the press was connecting that they were both students of the local community college that the third girl also went missing. Kate reached out to the Dean of Students to offer her services. It was hard work for a fledgling private investigator and getting a break on a huge case like this was exactly what she needed to put herself on the map. Marilyn Martin gladly took her call and set up a meeting in her office. The police had been completely useless and the board of trustees were not happy about the bad press this was bringing to the school. No one wants to send their kids to Kidnap Kollege, which is what the local reporters had begun to call the small school. Marilyn hired the young detective on the spot and gave her as much information as she could to help her to bring the girls home and save their school...and her job. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o The squeak from the old door brought Kate back to the present as Samantha was pulled into the room. The young brunette was the second girl taken and was the main reason the local police had such a hard time connecting the two girls. Sabrina was homecoming queen and destined to marry rich, have 2.5 kids and a dog, and be head of her local PTA. The perfect cookie cutter All-American blonde co-ed. Samantha was mostly seen around campus in oversized band t-shirts and baseball hats. She was abrasive and known mostly as a bully and a bit of an asshole. She still possessed that same fire as she was forced into the room. The young brunette was clad identically to Sabrina, except her ribbons and collar were an obnoxious shade of pink, a color that Samantha would never have been caught dead in under normal circumstances. But these were anything but normal circumstances. Her mittens were connected to each other, as were her pink booties, and Kate wasn’t sure if the restraints or Samantha’s wilful and defiant attitude were causing more trouble for the rebellious woman as she hobbled into the room. “Bad girl. No!” “Oh, I’m so sorry, Kate. This one has just been an absolutely handful. Nothing like our sweet Sabrina girl.” Samantha was spun around, and her collar and mittens were attached to a small ringlet on the floor. The woman winked at Kate as she raised the paddle and began her relentless assault on the girl’s exposed bottom, with careful attention not to accidentally strike the fluffy tail that was wedged into Samantha’s ass that was likely the cause of some of the unruly woman’s fight and discomfort. Kate noticed that the hair of her uncomfortable tail was an exact match for the hair on Samantha’s head and shuddered. Kate stared down at the wide-eyed blonde and the red bottom of the tomboy turned petgirl as the woman excused herself and left the room again. Sabrina was emboldened as Samantha continued to flail and grumble through her gag, with her reddened ass still on display. “Shhh….hey, you have to help us. This woman is crazy. Please…” They were disrupted by the door opening a third time and the now familiar view of a nude college girl crawling into the room. Jessica was a petite redhead; bookish and timid. The kidnapper didn’t seem to have a type which made connecting the cases even harder. Jessica crawled into the room and came to a stop next to Sabrina. Her green ribbons and mittens were a perfect compliment to her bright red hair, and her breasts weren’t large enough to be adorned with frilly garters like her more buxom companions. But the meek redhead had something the other girls didn’t: a fluffy pink diaper was tightly wrapped around her small bottom. Jessica couldn’t even bring herself to look Kate or anyone else in the eyes as she kept her head down and mirrored Sabrina’s submissive pose. “You’ll have to excuse this one. She was an anxious little thing and kept peeing everywhere! I’ve never seen anything like it. We had to get a little creative, but isn’t this just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” She reached down to hold the trembling girl’s chin in her face. “Someone is going to absolutely love you. As long as they don’t mind changing diapers!” Jessica immediately dropped her head as soon as her chin was released and let out a small whine. “Well, there you go, Kate! I’ll give you this. You were able to do what the police couldn’t. No one has even come close to finding me, but you just knew just where to find us, didn’t you? How did you do it?” The woman walked to the bound detective and let her fingers trace over Kate’s naked flesh. She gave a few tentative spanks and watched the cute detective squirm before twisting a nipple as she reached for Kate’s gag. Kate stretched her jaw and licked her lips. “Marilyn, please. It doesn’t have to be like this. Let us go and we’ll never say a word. You can go back to your cushy college job and we’ll just pretend like this never happened. I can tell the police that I found the girls, but the kidnapper got away. You had your fun. Just let us go.” Marilyn stared at the girl and pondered her words. And then burst into hysterical laughter befitting a villain of her status. “Oh, I like you. We’re going to have some fun together.” She laughed again. “Let you go… as if!” “Come here, Sabrina. Let’s show her how well I train my pets.” The adorable blonde crawled forward as she was led between Kate’s stretched legs. Kate looked down, unaware the spreader bar had even been there, as focused as she had been on the girls she was trying to rescue and the painful arm bondage. As Samantha was forced between Kate’s legs, Marilyn reached up to replace the investigator’s gag and playfully tapped the blonde’s bare bottom as she listened to the beautiful sounds of Kate’s reluctant moans against the backdrop of Sabrina’s pitiful whines. Marilyn enjoyed their discomfort as she slowly fondled Kate’s breasts and imagined all the wonderfully terrible things she would do with two pairs of petgirls. Kate fought diligently but was no match for Samantha’s skillful tongue and the reluctant detective began to moan and thrust her hips into the face of the well-behaved pet that she was there to rescue. Samantha’s startled groans joined the symphony as Marilyn pressed the remote to turn on the vibrator deep within her tail plug. The tomboy turned princess could do nothing but moan and rock her exposed bottom back and forth as she struggled against the bonds holding her to the floor. Marilyn walked over to caress Jessica’s head and smiled as she heard a hissing sound cut through the moans and groans. The humiliated redhead whined as she looked up to Kate for help and saw that none would be coming. “Okay Jessie, let’s get your soggy little bottom changed and then it’s time to train our new friend here. I wonder what kind of pet she’s going to be…” --------------------------------------------------------- Three Brand New Chapters on Ream/SubStar EVERY Week! This week's updates: - The Academy 2: The Journalist - Chapter 4 - Tales from Red Hills: The Politician (Subscriber Exclusive) - Chapter 2 - The Puppy Van, from Abby's Petgirl Shorts

Chloe shifted back and forth at her desk as she stared at the clock. Only a few minutes to go. Her black Mary Janes clicked nervously on the floor and tried to think of any spot she could possibly have missed in previous weeks. The bottom of her plaid skirt was still folded and tucked into her waistband as she sat with her bare legs on the hard wooden chair. The slightest glimpses of pink peaked around the edges of her white cotton panties, but that particular spanking had been much more about humiliation than pain. He rarely tried to actually hurt her but was especially adept at breaking her will through the many embarrassing ordeals he put her through. Just six more minutes until we play The Game. The Game was simple. She had thirty minutes to find her car key somewhere in the house. If Chloe found her key, she would be free to leave. If she didn’t…well, that would mean one more week here. With him. When she inevitably lost, Chloe found herself over his lap for a relentless spanking. Though she tried to remain stoic the first few weeks, she now broke down easily once the blows started. Chloe wasn’t sure if it was the pain, the humiliation, or the complete loss of hope as he dangled her freedom in front of her week after week but she was now typically in a full ugly cry before he reached double digits. After her spanking and some corner time while he made them lunch, he would dismiss Chloe to her changing room where she would put on the skimpy maid outfit again. She would spend the rest of the day cleaning up her mess before tidying the rest of the house, cleaning bathrooms, scrubbing floors, and everything else a maid would do. And he would simply watch and smirk. Then came The Ceremony. After the house was clean and they had eaten dinner, Chloe would present herself to him. He allowed her to bathe herself on Sundays and she was to be primped and perfect and ready to meet his approval. Standing before him in the clothes he had taken her in with her hair and makeup styled to perfection, he would humiliate Chloe anew. Every week he would force Chloe to spend a few minutes in what had become her least favorite role: her former self. Chloe presented herself to him in her short shorts and cute top, wiggling her freshly painted toes in flip flops as he sat behind his large desk. Her long sandy blonde hair was styled and fell just past her shoulders and he made sure that Chloe had whatever makeup she desired to doll herself up to perfection. He would then point to the dice on his desk. Chloe knew the drill. She was to pick one and roll it. And, unfortunately, she also knew the numbers by heart now. ONE. She would spend the week as his petgirl, with cute pigtails, a collar, and a tail attached firmly in her tight bottom. Though he only addressed her as Princess, she certainly didn’t feel like one as Chloe was forced to crawl around and could only communicate through whines and adorable little yips. She hated having to follow him around and lay next to him on the various dog beds throughout the house but hated having to do tricks even more. For seven days, Chloe was nothing more than a cute little toy for his amusement. TWO. The classic schoolgirl with pleated skirt and cotton panties, Chloe would spend most of her time in The Classroom. Worse than that, she was actually expected to study and learn. In her school days, Chloe hated math and science but she hated his subjects even more. She would be forced to study and improve the skills he thought suited her new roles best: blowjob training, the history of BDSM, spanking and bondage techniques. Chloe would be forced to direct her own treatment as she came to him with daily reports and presentations designed to increase her suffering for his enjoyment. Of course, Chloe was also spanked like the naughty girl she was for any transgressions…or when he was feeling bored. Or horny. Or both. THREE. Chloe had only done this role twice so far and couldn’t tell if it was her most or least favorite. He took care of her for a change and she didn’t have to do anything except look cute. But that didn’t mean that Chloe enjoyed her time in The Nursery. After weeks of bondage and beatings, she was not prepared for the pastel room that opened up before her. Chloe could not have possibly imagined the giant diapers and adorable outfits she was regrettably forced to fully use and play in. He fed her every meal locked into her high chair or gave her bottles as they snuggled in a rocking chair. He would give her daily baths and change her diapers throughout the day and Chloe spent most of the time napping in her crib or playing with toys as she tried not to die of boredom. She wasn’t sure if this was a break from the other weeks or his most genius display of torture. FOUR. Her wardrobe was only a collar. The weeks as his Slavegirl passed quickly and Chloe could mostly turn off her brain. The rules were simple: She was to do whatever he commanded as soon as he commanded it. But simple rarely means easy. Chloe learned a few new slave positions each time she rolled a four but often found herself on her knees with legs spread in classic Nadu, Humbled on all fours with her ass in the air, or standing in the basic Wait or Inspection positions until she was summoned. Then she would suck his cock and give him sensual full-body massages throughout the day, making sure to take care of his every need. FIVE. He got to choose this one. While having your weekly fate decided by a one-inch cube was bad enough, the weeks where he got to select Chloe’s torment may have been even worse. He would always find himself with a broad smile and stroke his chin while he deliberated out loud. “Hmm…what do I want this week? Shall I have you serving my every need or will I be changing your little diapers? Will you study and present me with new ideas as my naughty little schoolgirl, or should I have you just playing fetch and presenting me with your chew toy? Hmmm….” Hearing him deliberate and describe each role was Chloe’s least favorite part, and she always wished that he would just get on with it. But she didn’t get to make choices like that anymore. SIX. Six was definitely her least favorite, and thankfully Chloe had only rolled it once so far. Though six gave her the power to choose, it did not give her any choices that she wanted. She wasn’t able to leave. She wasn’t able to take a week off. She wasn’t able to force HIM into any of the roles. Chloe still had to pick between the same four options that she despised. Last time she picked schoolgirl as it seemed the least humiliating and stringent, but that was also when she learned that she would have to facilitate her own punishments and humiliations and dreaded having to give him those daily reports and essays. It was best if fate simply decided for her. The bell rang, and Chloe leaped from her chair to begin her search. She quickly got to her hands and knees with her white pantied bottom in the air and looked under her desk and chair and under any other objects she could see from this vantage point. Chloe had gotten pretty comfortable moving around on her hands and knees after months in his care. Finding nothing there, Chloe went through each cubby and storage compartment one by one. She had learned to be methodical at this point and had dozens of opportunities to hone her craft. With one last glance, Chloe decided the Classroom was clear and ran to the Nursery. She had pleased him this week and earned two rooms being excluded from the game, The Kitchen and His Bedroom. She was thankful for that and learned to be good when she could to help narrow the search. Opening the nursery door, Chloe ran to the crib and flipped the mattress, looking under the sheets and behind every slat. She ran to her changing table and opened up every one of the humiliating diapers until there were dozens of fluffy underpants thrown about the room in a variety of patterns and colors. She opened every book and tossed every toy. Nothing. Chloe learned after the first few weeks that there was no point in trying to be clean or tidy. She would get punished either way and then be forced to spend the day tidying up. It was actually better if there was more for her to put away. That meant less time on her hands and knees scrubbing floors. They were never that dirty, anyway. He just enjoyed the view as she debased herself time and time again for his pleasure. She ran to the living room and tossed every couch cushion before clearing off everything on the bookshelf. Chloe heard something shatter, but it wouldn’t matter if she got out of here this time. And she was determined to make this week her last one. Chloe froze as she heard the chime and couldn’t believe she was already down to her last minutes. She screamed in frustration and put her hands on her head and stared at the clock, ticking and taunting her with every miserable click, trying to think of where she could have possibly missed. The last 30 seconds were spent not looking through any hidden places, but frantically running from room to room, trying to decide where else to look. Chloe collapsed to her knees as she heard the bell signaling The Game was over. She heard his footsteps and the disapproving click of his tongue as he walked towards her and put his hand on her head. “Oh Chloe, look what a mess you’ve made. Come on. We can’t let naughty girls get away with making a mess like this. We’ll have to call the maid later.” He smiled down at her as she hung her head, awaiting the rest of her sentence. He reached out his hand and led her to the couch, tossing the cushions back on before guiding her over his lap and rubbing his rough hand in large circles against her cotton panties. SMACK! He rubbed her cute little bottom and tried to decide which role he would most like to see her in this week. SMACK! SMACK! “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe… Did you ever think your life of carelessness and your bitchy attitude would lead you here…with me?” SMACK! SMACK! “If you had just waited until you got home to send those text messages instead of texting and driving, then you wouldn’t have found yourself in your current position.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chloe sniffled and thought back to that day. She was texting her friends about meeting at the new bar for drinks when she rear-ended some asshole. As she jumped out of the car to yell at the guy that had wrecked her night out before it even began, Chloe dropped her phone and was too frazzled and frustrated to notice. She sighed as he reached over to grab his insurance information and had never seen the chloroform coming before she was tossed into his backseat and found herself here. With him. She awoke in his office and he described The Game. While she had initially protested, Chloe’s first spanking convinced the defeated blonde that the only way out was to play along. And here, over his lap yet again, was where her compliance had gotten her so far. SMACK! SMACK! But what choice did she have? Chloe would don the maid outfit and clean up her mess like she did every week. Then she would do what she could to make it through another week of diaper changes or eating out of a bowl on the floor between rounds of fetch so that she could play again. Chloe could only hope that next time would be different. Maybe next time she would check behind the clock. ------------------------------------- This is an excerpt from a collection of short stories. You can read more of my stories on Ream or SubscribeStar.