Baby Pants Prisoner

[LilKistopher]

Chapter Four

I was wearing a slit skit that showed the tops of my stockings

and my plastic panties were loudly crackling with every step when

we arrived to the Judge's office the next morning. One look at

the old-fashioned precinct building brought back many unpleasant

memories from my hooking career.

Moira's car was piled high with all sorts of diapers, plastic

pants and a box of Moira's favorite restraint toys that she had

insisted on packing herself when I was out of the room. I was

supposed to be staying only two days but I guessed the extras

were for Judy and Lisa, the Judge's current charges.

We used a side entrance that took us right into the cell blocks.

I could see that two of the four cells were in use. There was

female clothing, make-up and the beds were neatly made. Even

though I was scared at being given to the Judge for his pleasure,

I was also intently curious about what went on here. There was a

thick ring embedded in the wall over each bed, including the one

that would be mine. That didn't surprise me much. My own bed was

covered with a white plastic mattress cover -- a quaint way of

welcoming me. What did catch my eye and make me wonder, was the

curtain track that ran down the middle of the ceiling and into

every room, including the cells. It was like a one-track railway.

There were no cupboards in my cell, just shelves. Moira made me

lay out all the diapers and panties very neatly. It was all in

full view and I felt my face blush in anticipation of how people

would react to it. It reminded me of being told to hide my

tampons when I was a girl. No one would have any doubt that I was

in diapers. I noticed that she disappeared with her box of toys

for a few minutes. By the time we were ready to go upstairs and

meet the Judge and his girls, my stomach was in knots and I was

sweating with fear. This was a bad place, a house of pain. I

could feel it.

I noticed that the ceiling track ran up the stairs. I was really

getting curious about it. One look at the two girls who worked in

the Judge's office answered all my questions.

We were in a plush reception area. There was one desk for the

receptionist and a computer terminal set on a counter high table.

A large oak door led into the Judge's private chambers. The bars

had not been removed the windows and the vertical shadows

reinforced the prison like atmosphere of the place.

There were two women in the room, each dressed in a tight black

leather mini skirt, white silk blouse, seamed opera hose and

impossibly high black patent spike pumps. The girl at the

stand-up terminal was a brunette who had a good figure. One

glance told me that she wore stockings and it didn't take much

imagination to figure out that the judge liked the way the tops

of her stockings showed every time she moved even an inch. A

long, thin, brass chain was affixed to the track on the ceiling

over her head by a rolling device. It trailed downward, almost

reaching the floor, before it ran upward again. Upward, alright,

until it disappeared under the woman's skirt. I felt my heart

stop cold.

I looked at her companion, a petite blonde with impeccable

make-up, who was working at the desk. It was a modern, glass

topped affair that gave her no modesty. Sure enough, another gold

chain ran upward from behind her chair until it met a roller

attached to the ceiling track.

"May I help you?" she asked sweetly, betraying nothing of what I

had been told of this place.

"Moira and Babypants to see the Judge," Moira said officiously.

"We are expected."

While I cringed and blushed at Moira's reference to me, the girl

didn't even blink. She wrote down our names on a slip of paper

and rose from her chair. Without conscious effort she grasped the

chain and pulled it with her, along its track, as she covered the

few steps to the Judge's door.

I stared until my eyes ached. Somehow that chain was attached to

her under her skirt. My curiosity about how that was accomplished

was fighting my fear of finding out. There's not a lot to attach

a chain to between a girl's legs. The few ideas I had didn't make

me feel any better.

She knocked, opened the door, and then entered, dragging her

chain along with her. It was then that I noticed the strange

black metal thing around her right ankle. I reminded myself to

get a better look when she came back.

"Welcome!" the Judge bellowed through the open door and invited

us to join him.

He also called to Lisa, the other girl, to join us.

His office was huge, almost the full size of the building. His

massive desk was set at the far end of the room, giving him a

commanding position. There was a lot of leather furniture. I

noticed a few well place eyebolts in the walls but what really

got my pulse going was the cruel looking riding crop that rested

on its own little stand across the front of the Judge's desk.

I heard the scrap of the brunette's chain before she appeared in

the door. She was very pretty but her face was drawn from fatigue

or pain, or maybe a combination of the two. She moved carefully,

and, yes, wore the same metal device around her right ankle.

Styled like the spurs on an equestrian's boots, it was made of

dull black metal and had one purpose, to prevent the poor soul

from taking off her painfully high shoes for even a moment's

relief.

The Judge invited us all to be seated. Moira sank into an over

stuffed leather chair while my companion slaves and I assumed

"the position", kneeling on the floor in skirts so short that all

our secrets showed. I looked up at the Judge who sat opposite me.

He was studying me as if I was a new car.

"I'm so pleased we've been able to work something out," he said

to Moira.

"I am too, Judge. Remember, I want her back in the same

condition. You play a little too rough for my taste."

He laughed like a Gestapo officer.

"Very well, I'll behave myself. If she fails to please me it will

go all the worse for Judy and Lisa."

So, he was going to exercise his passions on these two pitiful

souls. Both were still, their hands folded in their laps, eyes

cast down when they weren't steeling glances up my skirt, the

curious chains running up to the ceiling. I could see that Lisa,

the brunette, was very uncomfortable. She was trying hard not to

shift about but wasn't having much luck.

I was very nervous and that made me pee all that much more. I

felt another hot rush arrive in my diapers and the resulting

increase in weight and discomfort. I was going to need a change

soon but it seemed that whenever the judge was around I had to do

without. I was still smarting over yesterday's trip to the

restaurant and having to make my way home with full diapers.

"I just want to experiment with some of your techniques," he said

and that really made me wonder.

Before anything else could be said, a small chime went off. The

Judge looked at his watch.

"My, is it that time already?" He turned to the girls. "Who has

the duty today?"

Judy raised her blonde head and sadly whispered, "I do."

"Then I suggest you get on with it, my dear. There's nothing to

be gained by waiting. Be considerate of our guests!"

"Yes sir," she whispered and slowly rose to her feet.

She dragged her chain with her as she moved toward the Judge's

desk. I had no doubt as to the purpose of her errand.

I heard a sniffle and looked at Lisa. She was trembling and

trying hard not to cry. Her face was red and she could barely

contain myself. A quick glance at Judy, who now held the riding

crop, confirmed my guess.

"Do you wish to speak?" the judge said to Lisa.

She nodded.

"Please, Master, not again. Not so soon. I just can't take it

anymore!"

The words were soft, plaintive. I felt sorry for her.

I heard the scraping of Judy's chain as she returned with the

crop. The Judge's face had lost its smile. I was sure there was

going to be trouble.

Suddenly Moira spoke up.

"Let Sandy take it instead," she said as if it were a spare cup

of coffee.

Now it was my turn to tremble. I looked at the thin crop in

Judy's hands, then at the Judge's face and then at Moira who had

betrayed me. I didn't need to hear the answer. The broad smile

said it all.

"Very well, then. Why don't we let the two girls get acquainted

by swapping experiences. Sandy can take Lisa's punishment and

Lisa can have a taste of Sandy's. Judy, you may proceed

accordingly."

The blonde came over to me. She was cool and collected but there

was sympathy in her eyes.

"Stand up, please."

After I did, she told me to stand behind one of the vacant

chairs, with my back to the Judge and Moira. My throat went dry

and I found it hard to walk. As soon as I was in position, I

heard her voice again.

"Bend over, please, and raise your skirt."

I felt the cool air kiss my naked flesh between the tops of my

stockings and the plastic panties. I could feel my hands tremble

with the fear that raced through my body.

"This," the judge intoned, "is the routine punishment. Each day,

one girl or the other has the duty of chastising the other. If

there is any lack of enthusiasm or application of the crop, the

slacker will receive extra strokes when her day comes. I believe

Lisa has earned five strokes. The punishments are delivered

mid-morning, mid-afternoon and immediately before retiring. You

may begin."

I heard the whistle of the crop as it sliced the air and then a

band of white heat exploded across the backs of my thighs. I

heard myself cry out but the second blow cut off my scream and

the third blow robbed me of breath. I tensed in time for the

fourth blow and screamed again when the fifth arrived.

I came to my senses slowly. I could hear myself crying. I was

still bent over the chair. Judy put her hand on my shoulder and

helped me to stand. I felt the back my thighs. There were five

puffy welts that ached and stung and hurt so badly I was almost

sick to my stomach. I couldn't imagine suffering that way three

times a day. It made diaper confinement seem like a picnic. I

heard someone tell Judy to help me get cleaned up and she led me

from the room.

She took me to a small bath room just off the reception area.

"Just lean against the wall for a moment while I go to the loo.

We don't get a chance to visit here very often."

As I tried to compose myself I realized she had an English

accent. I watched her step across the chain, so it ran up her

front, then undo the zipper of her leather skirt. As she shimmied

it down her hips, I saw her garter belt. She wasn't wearing any

panties so I got a perfect view of her shaven pussy and the large

gold rings that pierced each of her pubic lips. A small padlock

held them tightly together and fastened the end of the chain.

"Oh my God!" I said in surprise.

She looked up as she released her water.

"It's not as bad as it looks. The piercing is the worse part. You

can't afford to trip or catch your chain accidentally, that's

all."

She didn't say anything more as she wiped herself and put her

skirt on again. Then she carefully stepped around the chain again

and went to a medicine cabinet over the sink.

"I suppose the loo is off limits for you."

"Yes" I mumbled.

"How do they manage to keep you in nappies all the time?"

I gave her a quick version of how Moira had forced me into

diapers. By the time I was finished, Judy had laid out some first

aid supplies and a few things to repair my make-up.

"Our story isn't that different. Like you, if we had known what

we were getting into, we would have fled. The Judge is into S&M.

Three times a day, one of us has to take the crop to the other.

Whoever is on the receiving end must stand all day in these

damned shoes, one of which is locked on so we can't get any

relief. We can't wear panties, are forbidden to touch ourselves

and have to put up with the Judge's attentions anytime he wants

it."

She had me bend over the sink while she dabbed away at my welts

with some ointment.

"Don't worry, you'll soon toughen up."

I knew she was trying to be reassuring but it wasn't very

helpful.

"Why have they brought you here?" she asked as she started on my

face.

I could have done my own make-up but if she was willing to do it

for me, it was fine with me.

"Believe it or not, the Judge likes the sight of me in diapers."

"That's not good news for us."

"Wait until you see the goodies we brought for you."

Her face was only inches from mine. I could smell the delicate

perfume. She was beautiful and while I'm not normally attracted

to women, I wanted her. I saw she was stealing glances at my

eyes. We were both so hungry, so much in need of loving

attention, even if it came from our own sex.

Her hand began to fumble with the waist of my skirt.

"Do you feel like taking a chance?" she whispered hoarsely.

I nodded.

"Do me and I'll do you."

It was all the word I needed. She took a step back while I sank

to my knees. A wave of pain from my thighs reminded me not to sit

back too far. I reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt

and then slid the garment down her thighs. She stepped out of it

and spread her legs. The rings and the chain that bound her were

only inches from my nose.

Judy leaned forward, putting her hands on the wall to take her

weight.

"Easy on the rings," she grunted, "they can hurt a lot."

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Then I went

exploring with my tongue, sending it between the top of the rings

and her clit. I heard her moan with pleasure as soon as I made

contact. She spread her legs wider and began to move her hips. I

gripped her more tightly to stop the movement.

I licked and suckled her tortured little mound. I felt so sorry

for her. The rings seemed so cruel, so uncomfortable. It wasn't

hard to get an orgasm from her. She trembled, moaned and finally

had to bite her finger to stop herself from screaming.

I stood up while she collected herself. She surveyed me

carefully. No longer horny, she was obviously having second

thoughts about her end of the bargain.

"Don't worry," I said softly, "your hand will be enough."

Judy smiled and pushed me back against the wall. I closed my eyes

and felt her hand penetrate the waist of my skirt, slide past the

plastic panties and work down the sodden diaper until it found my

naked pubis.

She stroked me carefully, with kindness. I swooned with the

pleasure of it. For the first time in many weeks, I was receiving

love from someone else. I felt the orgasm blossom in my loins and

grow until it held my body in its power. I shuddered and gritted

my teeth to keep quiet but it was lovely, supremely lovely. Just

as I was catching my breath, a buzzer sounded.

"Damn!" Judy exclaimed. "We've been too long. Just hope they

don't inspect us."

She ran some water over her hands and then fled.

I washed my hands, checked my make up and hoped like hell the

flush in my cheeks would disappear quickly. On nervous and

unsteady legs I went back to the others.

Judy had resumed her place next to Lisa. I searched the Judge's

face for any sign that he knew what we had been up to. He was

smiling broadly. I didn't know whether to be suspicious or not.

"Why don't we take a little tour of the cells," he suggested.

I caught a hint of something in his voice and got scared. When he

told Lisa to stay in the office to answer the phones, I knew we

had been found out. She, not Judy, was supposed to get "my"

punishment. I looked at Moira. She had that, "I've got you", look

in her eyes. She said she had forgotten something in the car and

excused herself.

The Judge led us from the room.

"You know, girls, I've learned a lot in my time on the bench and

the most important lesson of all is to know your limits."

We were walking down the stairs then, with Judy trying to manage

her chain.

"We all have to obey the rules, even if we don't like them.

People who don't obey the rules must be dealt with. That's why we

have laws and places of punishment."

He paused in front of a white door and took a key from his

pocket. I glanced at Judy. Her head was cast down, she was

crying. I knew we were in trouble.

"Since you two don't seem to know your limits, this will be your

place of punishment."

With a turn of the key the door flew open and I gazed inside. As

soon as I saw the dungeon like torture equipment I began to

tremble but when I saw the obstetrical table I felt sick to my

stomach.

The Judge led us inside. Moira appeared with her box of toys and

the silence in the air hung thick while Judy and I waited for the

next announcement.

"Moira, dear, just what do you suggest I do to contain Judy's

excessive interest in self-stimulation."

Moira's face lit up, she had caught the drift of the game.

"Judge, the problem is obvious. She still associates her genitals

with pleasure, instead of mere elimination."

The Judge caressed the stirrups of the obstetrical table, almost

reverently.

"And how do we change that?"

"By putting her in very thick diapers, feeding her a few

chemicals and waiting for nature itself to teach her a lesson. It

takes a while but it can be very entertaining and it is very

effective, I assure you."

Judy began to sob softly as they prepared her diaper prison. The

Judge took a key from his pocket and unlocked the wretched girl's

shoe retainer while Moira began to spread extra-large disposable

diapers on the obstetrics table, piercing the plastic backing of

each of the three diapers that would be captured inside the

fourth, outer diaper.

I had never worn four of those diapers at once but I could easily

guess what they would feel like. Even the thought of it made me

shudder. A new rush of pee flooded into my own diapers, reminding

me that my own punishment was yet to come. Worse still, I could

feel a BM coming soon and I wondered if they would use that

against me.

Moira laid out a pair of bloomer style plastic pants. These have

long legs that prevent much leaking. Moira didn't insist on me

using them during the day because it prevented me from wearing

the mini skirts she favored but this time I sensed that they fit

right into her plans.

I turned my attention to Judy. She was standing still, silently

crying while the Judge slowly undressed her as if she was a doll.

She had a beautiful body and a faint desire swelled up in my

loins. The Judge had unlocked the chain from her pubic rings and

now I studied them. I could see why she had wanted me to be

careful. The cold metal piercing her most tender flesh looked

cruel, especially after the Judge used the tiny lock to secure

the two rings together.

"Get onto the table, dear," the Judge whispered to his captive,

"it's time to fasten you down."

Slowly, her head bent with fear and shame, Judy went to the

table. She carefully climbed onto it with Moira's guidance. After

her legs came to rest, spread wide, in the cold metal stirrups,

her arms dropped to her sides. Moira and the Judge each fastened

them to waiting leather cuffs at each side of the table. A few

minutes later they had bound her legs to the metal apparatus with

small leather straps. Judy was ready for her diapers.

She looked over at me with sad eyes. I wanted to help her but

there was nothing I could do. I saw Moira preparing a Fleet enema

and wanted to warn Judy but no good could come from it so I tried

to hold her attention until the worst was over. It was then that

I noticed that Moira had prepared a diaper restraint belt as

well.

So, that was the game. The enema, thick diapers and leak proof

panties spelled it out. Poor Judy was going to be very

uncomfortable very soon and there wasn't going to be a thing she

could do about it until someone decided she had suffered enough.

Judy gasped softly when Moira pressed the lubricated nozzle of

the enema past her tensed little rosebud. I could hear the rush

of the powerful chemicals rushing into the poor girl. Moira

collapsed the bottle as much as she could and then pulled it out,

warning her victim not to lose so much as a drop until she was

told.

Then the diapering began. Each of the adult disposable diapers

was pulled up between Judy's bound legs and taped tightly. For

good measure, my Mistress added wide bands of packing tape over

the diaper's tapes to make sure everything held fast. By the time

the fourth, outer, diaper was taped snugly I decided it was just

as well that Judy's legs were forced as wide apart as they were.

Judy was silent but breathing anxiously, her bared breasts rising

and falling quickly. I could see the terror, dread and shame in

her eyes. I knew what it felt like to have an enema used against

you, how at first it was only cold fluid and then the cramping

started and keeps getting worse and worse until you could think

of nothing but letting it all out.

The Judge and Moira quickly released the straps, helped their

victim to stand and then made her face the table and lean against

it, taking her weight on her hands. It was the ideal position for

applying the restraint belt that Judy had not yet seen.

Much as she tried to keep still, Judy could not avoid some

movement of her hips while she waited in silent agony. They

pre-pared the plastic pants and guided her bare feet into the leg

holes. The Judge took extreme pleasure in slowly working them up

her legs until they captured all of the diapers in their hot,

humid and efficient embrace.

Judy's face was contorted, she was so absorbed with the

sensations from the plastic panties and the effects of the enema

that she didn't realize at first what the leather belt being

fastened around her waist was for. As soon as the crotch strap

was brought between her legs Judy knew.

"Oh, God!" she muttered and sobbed.

It was Moira who administered this last, and most cruel, of the

devices. She settled the waist band snugly around Judy's hips and

then began to tighten the crotch band until it virtually cleaved

the pillow of diaper at Judy's behind. A small padlock was used

to secure it and Moira stepped back, obviously pleased with

herself.

"You can let it go now, Judy. If you can," Moira laughed cruelly.

The Judge, Moira and I stood in a circle around poor Judy while

she struggled against her diapers, their retainer, and the

chemical storm in her bowels, to accomplish the simple act of

getting dressed. Her face was flushed red, either from the shame,

pain or both.

First came the garter belt. It still fit around her waist but

only just. Before even attempting a stocking, she knew enough to

let out the garters to accommodate the tremendous bulge of her

diapers. She prepared a stocking and then bent over to put her

polished toes into it. The effort strained the retainer belt and

she moaned but managed to start the stocking anyway. Slowly and

carefully she worked it up her pale, smooth legs, checking the

straightness of her seam often even though this action was

uncomfortable for her. She had to stretch her garters to the

limit to attach them to the top of her stocking and I truly felt

sorry for her.

After the second stocking was suspended from its straining

garters, the Judge insisted that she put on her shoes. She

stepped into them and then meekly kept still while the metal

harness was fastened onto her right ankle.

Anyone could tell that her skirt was now far too small to

accommodate Judy's diapers. The Judge thoughtfully provided a

larger size that was a little longer and cut a little more

generously. She stepped into in and had a little trouble

fastening it. Finally she added the blouse and stood there,

trembling, waiting for further orders.

The Judge paced around her, inspecting her misery.

"It's a pity we can't fasten you. I so like to see you dragging

your little chain along."

"Don't worry, Judge," Moira said. "With all that she has to think

about now I doubt she'll want to walk, let alone run. She won't

be going anywhere. Take a few steps dear."

Judy wobbled a few paces until her face suddenly screwed up with

pain. The cramps were getting to her. She turned to the Judge.

"Please, Master, take it off. I've learned my lesson. Please

don't do this to me."

By way of response, the Judge picked up a riding crop, lifted the

back of Judy's skirt and laid two cuts on her plastic covered

thighs, just above the tops of her stockings.

"You know better than to beg!" he muttered.

Moira piped up.

"Now that Judy is learning her lesson it's time Sandra was

brought to task." She turned to me, "Get undressed and prepare a

set of night diapers for yourself. Your new friend is about to

apply your punishment."

I stripped slowly. Even though Judy had already seen my diapers

and plastic panties, I was still embarrassed about the Judge's

attention. I could see a big bulge in his crotch and remembered

his episode with me in the living room.

When I was down to my diapers and plastic pants, Moira told me to

prepare the diapers on the floor, beside the OB table, to catch

any dripping.

I did as I was told but inside I was terrified. If they were

prepared to make Judy's life hell so easily, what could my

imaginative Mistress have planned for me? I saw the Judge laying

out a pair of the impossibly high spiked shoes and a leather mini

skirt. There was also one of the metal shoe harnesses.

Out of habit, I tried to wet myself as much as possible in an

attempt to keep the new diapers dryer longer. I was so scared,

not a drop was forthcoming. Worse, my BM was very close and I

wish I had been able to bring myself to accommodating it before

all this started.

Moira was preparing something on the other side of the table, out

of my sight. I knew it came from her little box of toys and

therefore I wasn't going to like it. I glanced at Judy, who still

seemed to be holding her own against the chemical storm set loose

inside her.

Finally there was nothing to do but take off my diaper and lean

against the table with my feet spread on either side of the

diapers that would soon bind up my loins again. I tried to guess

what Moira had in store for me but my mind went blank.

Moira grabbed Judy and made her stand beside me. I was told not

to turn around.

"She's the source of your misery, Judy. Now you can have some

revenge. Choose two!"

I heard Judy sob.

"I can't," she said softly.

The Judge's crop sang through the air again, meeting Judy's

plastic covered thighs in a sickening smack of pain. There was a

moment of silence while Judy did what she had to do.

The curiosity was killing me but I knew better than to turn

around. I was being kept naked so whatever Moira was working on

had to be worn under the diapers. I few drips of pee escaped from

between my legs and made little yellow dots on the waiting diaper

below. My need for a BM was reaching minor crisis propor-tions.

Suddenly I felt a plastic belt being fastened around my waist. I

looked down and my heart stopped cold.

In the S&M trade we called it an invading chastity belt. Unlike

the virtue protecting models, these belts featured attached

dildos that penetrated the poor girl front and rear. Normally an

hour or two was all you could take. I knew from experience that

an hour or two would just be the beginning for me. Instinctively

I tried to pull away but the Judge had wisely gripped my wrists

from his vantage point on the other side of the table.

"Put them in her!" Moira growled.

I caught the scent of Judy's perfume as she bent between my legs.

Now it was my turn to breathe sharply in fear of what was about

to be done to me. I glanced down again at the two huge plugs. I

was sure they wouldn't go in without damage but I prayed they

would anyway.

Judy thoughtfully used a little saliva on the head of the plug

intended for my vagina just before she brought the rounded tip

into position. Then, almost gently, she began to force it against

my tender little love lips, lips that had not been penetrated in

many weeks. At first it wasn't too bad. However, I wasn't aroused

at all and being dry as a bone down there made things all the

worse. I felt myself distending as my poor love box tried to

accommodate this impossibly big intruder. It wasn't very long

before it began to hurt and shortly after that I began to cry

despite my best efforts not to. Judy applied a steady pressure.

Deeper and deeper it went in until I was sure I just couldn't

take any more. I was sobbing steadily and fighting the Judge's

grip by the time she stopped and turned her attention to the plug

intended for my rear.

I was by now fighting the Judge so much that they decided to

handcuff me. As soon as the cold hard cuffs had my hands fastened

behind my back, they bent me over the table. There was no way

that I could now resist the dildo's insertion into my rear

passage.

This seemed to go a little easier, either because I was

concentrating so much on my aching cunt or because Moira's use of

a butt plug just a few days earlier had loosened me up a little.

Still, it was very painful and I cried and cursed them all until

the Judge decided he had enough and put a ball gag into my mouth.

Finally it was over. I lay across the table panting into the gag

while Moira tightened the retention strap and then locked it.

They took the handcuffs off then and took out the gag. I was told

to diaper myself and be quick about it.

Every movement was agony. Each little step moved the intruders

painfully. Worse yet was the now frustrated need to move my

bowels. I was dizzy from the pain and it was all I could do to

remember how to fit the diaper to myself correctly. I swore

revenge against Moira and the Judge even as I pulled up my

plastic panties.

Like Judy, I had a lot of trouble with my garter belt and

stockings. When it came time for the shoes, I found a new source

of pain. The four inch heels tightened my ass cheeks and made the

intruders all the much worse. The Judge took great pleasure in

fastening the shoe lock into place.

Judy and I painfully teetered our way upstairs to the office.

Lisa was summoned. The Judge was horny, Moira had some ideas even

though Judy and I were out of commission as far as fucking went.

An hour later, Judy and I still hadn't said much to each other. I

did some filing while she typed correspondence at the standing

work station. Neither one of us relished the thought of sitting

down. From time to time we would hear Lisa cry out or the smack

of a leather instrument meeting her flesh.

I could tell that Judy had not released all of the enema. Her

face was contorted with the effort and sometimes she would lean

against the wall, spread her legs and grunt as she tried to

release into her diapers. She walked with an enforced waddle and

the legs of her bloomer plastic panties showed slightly every

time she moved. Whenever she caught me watching her she blushed

and looked away.

"We may as well talk about it?" I said finally. "There's nothing

else to do."

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"For what?" I started to cross over to her but walking was

painful. I decided to stay where I was.

"I got you into trouble. Then they made me choose the dildos for

you to wear. I tried to find the smallest. Truly I did!"

I could see that she was close to tears and finished emotionally.

"You did what you had to do. Any chance of getting out of here?"

She shook her head.

"You know how it works. They would have the police on us in a

minute."

She paused to listen from the sounds below.

"We won't be seeing them for a while. I can hear the flash guns.

The boss is doing a photo session."

That caught my attention.

"A photo session? You mean he takes pictures of what he does to

you girls?"

Judy nodded.

"Yes, and there's no doubt Moira will be a part of this one. One

of his customers wanted a female master series."

Ideas were swimming around my brain. Revenge might be closer at

hand than expected.

"How does he get them developed?"

Judy told me that there was a dark room downstairs and that she

did most of the developing work. The Judge's face often appeared

in the photos but was masked with an airbrush before the prints

were sold. Now I needed only one more piece to make it all work.

"Does the Judge keep a gun?"

"Yes, but..," she looked at me as it fell together for her. "You

can't be serious."

"Just show me the gun and I'll let you know what serious means."

A few minutes later we had worked out a plan. I had hoped to find

a spare set of keys in the Judge's desk but no such luck. The

locks that retained Judy's diaper and my chastity belt had been

supplied by Moira. Being able to take off our spikes would have

helped but it wasn't critical. The hardest part was going to be

getting downstairs without gasping so loudly that they would hear

us.

I could tell that Judy was very weak from her constant efforts to

release the enema. Still, she summoned up enough strength that I

decided to take her along.

We crept down the stairs as slowly and quietly as we could. It

was very painful for each of us but it only made me more

determined to get revenge. I held the gun, a loaded .38 police

special.

We got to the door of the punishment room and I looked in for a

second. Lisa hung from manacles on one wall while the Judge and

Moira, both dressed in domination gear, took turns using a whip

on her. By the condition of Lisa's back, we had arrived none too

soon.

I stood in the door way until they noticed me.

"Enough games for now, Judge. Reality is here."

My voice stopped Moira in mid-swing. The whip fell limp in her

hand and her face drained of color. The Judge appraised the

situation carefully and began to slowly move toward a table.

"Hold it! Just give me one more excuse like that and you're

history."

"Stop this now and we'll be easy on you." The Judge said.

"This isn't your court. You don't have a thing to say. Just turn

around and put your hands on your head, both of you!"

It didn't take long for Judy to get Lisa out of the wall manacles

and replace her with Moira, facing front this time. Another set

of manacles took care of the Judge. As soon as they were locked

up, Judy and I found the keys.

"Me first!" she screamed while stripping off her blouse and

skirt.

I thought of my own condition for a moment and then agreed.

"Now, listen to me!" I said while fumbling with the lock on her

diaper retention belt. "Just let it go. Don't try and make a run

for the toilet, you won't make it. There are worse things that

shitting your pants. And you are, after all, in diapers."

She blushed at my last comment but nodded her head. As soon as

the belt fell away she spread her legs and squatted down. The

force of it took over her. She couldn't support herself any-more

and just lay on the floor while wave after wave of the enema

filled her diapers. She began to cry from the shame of it and

finally lay gasping and sobbing, too exhausted to care about

cleaning herself up.

While Judy had been enjoying her relief I had been working on my

own. First, my diapers and plastic panties fell to the floor with

a sodden thud. Then I began to fumble furiously with the lock at

the back of my chastity belt. One look at Judy told me she was

too weak to help. I was getting desperate when Lisa came to me

and in a weak voice offered to help.

As soon as the lock was off, I began to pull at the plugs. I

discovered that getting them out was as painful as getting them

in.

"You'll pay for this!" I screamed through clenched teeth at Moira

and the Judge, meaning every word of it.

The vaginal plug came out first and then the anal intruder. As

soon as it had left my body, my BM arrived. There was no time to

look for a toilet. I stepped into my discarded diapers and

managed to pull them up to my waste just in time to fill them

with gooey shit. It was humiliating and embarrassing but I didn't

care about that anymore.

After a few minutes, I knew there was a disgusting job to be

done. I grabbed a disposable diaper, a fresh pair of plastic

panties and told Judy to take me to the bath room. She rose on

shaky legs. Another little wave caught her and she blushed.

Somehow I had the presence of mind to grab another diaper and

plastic pants on the way out the door.

The showers were part of what had been the locker room. They were

the institutional type so Judy and I got to see each other's

messy bottoms but we didn't care much. As we dried our-selves off

she eyed the second diaper and panties.

"Are those for me?"

I spread one of the diapers out on a bench and motioned for her

to come to me.

"I'm afraid so. You'll be having a few accidents for the rest of

today and this will take care of it."

I saw a look of revulsion cross her face.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine by tomorrow but you'll thank me for

this in less than an hour."

She was docile and childlike as she lay down on the waiting pads.

I admired her body again and wished I had thought to bring the

keys to her pubic lock. I had no baby powder either. It would

have been nice to rub some into her creamy smooth flesh. She

giggled with pleasure when I brought the pad up between her legs

and taped it snug. I even started her plastic pants up her legs

for her.

She stood up and ran her hands over the taut plastic. She was

blushing furiously but looked a lot happier now.

"Its really quite comfortable, isn't it," she said shyly.

"Not if you have no choice about having to wear them." I said as

I taped a diaper on myself.

As I pulled my plastic pants into place I had to admit that one,

dry, diaper was a nice feeling.

By the time we got back to the punishment room, Lisa had regained

enough strength to have dressed and begin exacting some

retribution on the captive Moira and Judge. Her item of choice

was the alligator clamp and she was just applying the last of

them to Moira's pubic lips when we arrived. I surveyed the

Judge's clip covered body and smiled.

"You'll never get away with this!" the Judge grunted though his

pain. "I'll have the police on you in an hour."

"I don't think so," I said as I removed the film from the camera.

"Judy is going to develop these and we are going to keep a set of

negatives. If we have any trouble from you, a set of prints will

land on some very powerful desks."

I tossed the film to Judy who was smiling broadly. I noticed she

had put on her blouse but had left her skirt off, keeping her

plastic pants exposed.

I noticed Lisa putting on her stockings. Then she stepped into

the high spike pumps.

"You don't have to wear them anymore." I told her and she smiled.

"But I like to," she said simply. "I've gotten used to them.

Anything lower hurts my legs."

There was so much to do. Judy and Lisa were going to find an

apartment. A quick raid on the Judge's safe provided the

necessary funds. I asked Judy to type up absolute discharge

papers for all three of us. The Judge was than encouraged to sign

them by our waving a monster dildo under his nose and suggesting

where it soon might find a home.

While we all wanted out of there and badly, there were still a

few problems. Watching Judy accidentally mess herself gave me an

idea. I discussed it with the girls in private and they agreed.

Then Judy took me aside and asked me to change her.

I was surprised but not annoyed. Lisa went upstairs to count the

cash while I took Judy to what would have been my cell.

"You were right," she giggled as I peeled down her plastic

panties, "I did mess myself."

There was a pause while she summoned up some courage.

"Could I have a double diaper this time? The padding between my

legs feels nice. And... could you please unlock me?"

I left her lying on the plastic mattress cover while I went for

the keys. There was something magical about her. I gently opened

the lock.

"Want the rings off too?"

She shook her head.

"No, not now. I'm used to them."

I used two disposable diapers on her and gave her the same pair

of plastic pants. She wanted one of the skirts Moira had brought

for me so I gave it to her, warning her about the slit and how

things showed. She blushed as she admitted that she liked the

thought of that.

I finished dressing with her. I loaned her a garter belt and more

stockings. She didn't mind that they had seams. A few minutes

with my make-up case and we felt like human females again. Judy

went to develop the film while Lisa and I took care of our former

masters.

Moira's eyes grew wide when she saw the pile of suppositories in

my hand.

"You're not... You can't!" she moaned,

I just nodded.

Spread out as they were on the wall, Lisa and I had no trouble in

pressing three of the little devils up their bottoms. We then

proceeded with diapering each of them in four disposables and

plastic pants.

We decided to leave the alligator clips on. That made sure the

diapers would not be very comfortable. Both captives were

pleading with us as we made our final preparations to leave.

"Please, have some mercy. You can't leave us like this." The

Judge wined.

"You're getting no worse that you would have handed out. We'll

call the police in a day or two and you can tell them what-ever

you like. But, the discharges stand or you get to be instantly

famous."

I could see the fear in their eyes. We had won. As we walked down

the hall toward the door I noticed two things. We were each still

wearing the high spike pumps and I could hear the rustle of

Judy's diaper and plastic pants. I wasn't surprised when I saw

more diapers sticking out of her shopping bag of belongings.

Epilogue

It's been three months since Judy, Lisa and I escaped from the

Judge and Moira. I'm still in diapers but for all the right

reasons.

I stayed in Moira's house long enough to reopen my apart-maned. I

also helped myself to her supply of cloth diapers as well as the

stock of plastic and rubber pants. I am not sure why, but I also

appropriated some of other "toys" as I moved back to my place.

Judy and Lisa came to dinner a couple of times and from the

beginning I was suspicious about Judy. Her skirts seemed to flare

just a little too much at the waist and I was sure I could hear

the telltale rustle of plastic panties. Since I was constantly in

diapers, I didn't pay much attention to it.

I did notice that the formerly humble Lisa had taken on a new,

dominant role. She told Judy what to do and when to do it. I

finally got my answers when Judy turned up alone one night.

She had a small overnight case with her and asked in tiny voice,

"My mistress is away. Will you take care of me?"

The first thing that needed to be taken care of was her diaper. I

was only mildly surprised to find a diaper under her skirt or

that she still wore seamed stockings and the high pumps that the

Judge had put on her. To see her pubic rings locked together

again, however, made me question her once she was comfortable and

sipping tea in the living room.

"I guess it started when I wanted to go back to hooking. Lisa got

mad and said we had a chance to make it on our own and we should

take it. I used to make all the decisions and so it was strange

to see her put her foot down. We got into a fight and somehow she

got a pair of handcuffs on me."

"Well, she had noticed that I was wearing a diaper a lot of the

time so she decided to cure me of that by making me wear one all

the time. She made me listen to hypnosis tapes and soon I was

wetting like a baby. Then one day, she came home from work early

and found me masturbating with a vibrator. The lock cured that."

Judy went on to tell me that she had become Lisa's diaper slave

in a gentle sense. Lisa insisted that Judy wear a diaper all the

time and refrain from touching herself. I was intrigued and

horny.

"So, you have to obey every order?"

She nodded and I took her to the bedroom. For the rest of the

weekend she learned what a diaper slave's life was all about.

Moira had taught me well. I took her shopping and made her show

her diapers to shoe salesmen. We went to that same lingerie store

where Moira had humiliated me and made sure that the sales girl

saw both of our diapers, but this time it was fun. I made her

spend one night in the bondage rig that Moira had made me endure

every night and afterward Judy agreed that she couldn't take much

of that. She did show a lot more respect to me, how-ever.

We were both sorry to see the weekend come to an end but all of

us have had a lot of fun since. Of course, Lisa was part of the

good times.

The other major development in my life is Kyle, the pharmacist

who gave me diapers when I needed them the most. I found his card

when I was packing up to move back to my own apartment and

decided to call him. I needed some straight friends and since he

already knew about my diapers, he was a good place to start.

Our first date was dinner at his place. Normally I wouldn't agree

to that situation the first night out but I figured my diapers

would act as a kind of chastity belt. Actually, they had the

opposite effect.

The first thing Kyle did, after I arrived, was to find an excuse

to pat my bottom to see if I was in diapers. I decided to clear

the air right out.

"Satisfied?"

"About what?" He was playing coy.

I held up my knee length skirt and let him see my garter belt,

plastic pants and the bulging diaper underneath.

"Isn't that what you were wondering?"

He admitted that it was and immediately changed the topic. Sooner

or later it was going to come up again because I was going to

need a change.

Over dinner he plied me with wine. I've never been much of a

drinker. Not having had a drop for a couple of months made me all

the more vulnerable. By the time my diapers had reached the

saturation point so had my brain. I excused myself from the

table, stood up and immediately fell off my heels, twisting an

ankle. The surprise, pain and shock made me wet again and this

time the diapers gave up. I could feel a trickle escape past my

plastic pants onto the carpet. I said I was sorry and started to

cry.

Kyle gently picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. Something

inside me was scared but the reality was that if I didn't move I

was going to create a mess. So, I snuggled up against him and

tried to make the best of it.

Imagine my surprise when I saw a waterproof changing pad on his

bed and stacks of disposable diapers waiting nearby. There was

also Vaseline, baby powder and all the necessities for a diaper

change.

I teased him that he had planned the whole thing but he didn't

say anything. Silently and gently he laid me on the bed, hoisted

my skirt, undid my garters and proceeded to change me like a wet

nurse.

He spent much time rubbing powder into my bared mound and I was

getting turned on. However, he didn't take advantage of it. Well,

not then anyway. I moaned in protest when he brought the fresh

diapers (he was smart enough to use two of them) up between my

legs and taped them snug. Then, he carefully pulled up my plastic

panties and re-fastened my garters. As he carried me back to the

living room, I wondered what had happened to me.

"Comfy?" he asked after depositing me on the couch with a pillow

under my injured ankle.

I knew damn well he could see up my skirt but by then I didn't

care.

I thanked him for his attention while I tried to ignore the fire

he had lighted in my loins. It had been a long time since I had

received caring attention from a man and it was quite

over-whelming, to say the least.

Under his probing questions, I told him the whole story, omitting

some of the juicier details of how we had gotten revenge on Moira

and the Judge. It took a while in the telling and by the time I

was finished, so was my diaper. I took one look at the balloon

that used to be my ankle and put on my best smile.

"Kyle, darling, I need another change."

This time Kyle cleaned my clit with his tongue and put out my

fires with his personal, not so little fire extinguisher. As I

swooned in the aftermath of great sex I felt him fastening my

diaper for me. Then he worked a pair of plastic panties up my

legs and finished undressing me. In the morning, I was wet so he

changed me again.

I spent the next two days with him, making love at every diaper

change and generally getting lost in it all. I finally got around

to asking him where all the diaper supplies came from and he

admitted that the thought of a woman in diapers turns him on. He

had brought it all home from the drug store in anticipation of

our time together.

Kyle and I moved in together after seeing each other for only a

month. I had never felt so cared for before in my life. He

changes me whenever he's home and doesn't hesitate to spank me if

I'm being bitchy.

He has also devised a number of ways to remind me to "be nice".

Based on my descriptions, he has built a duplicate of the diaper

retention belt used by Moira. Whenever he wants me to count my

blessings, he'll put me into four diapers in the morning, lock

the belt in place and depart for a long day at the drug store.

I've often called him and pleaded for him to come home and change

me but he is adamant. I must put up with a wet and often messy

behind until he decides otherwise.

Sometimes he'll let me come down to the store for a change. He

has told all of his sales girls of my "problem" and makes sure

that at least one of them gets to see my diapers and plastic

panties. He knows this embarrasses me but then, it's supposed to

be a minor punishment.

Kyle is a leg man and has insisted that I continue to wear high

heels and seamed stockings. If I go shopping, he'll question me

at length about how many people noticed my seams or my diapers

(which still peek out from the slits in my skirts). I've come to

enjoy this innocent exhibitionism. The only hard part is when I

shop with girl friends who don't know I'm in diapers. They wonder

why I never seem to need to use the ladies' room.

After two months of living together, we finally talked about

removing the shunt that makes me incontinent. We agreed that it

should come out but that he would have the right to put me into

diapers anytime he wanted. To save costs, Kyle suggested that he

do as much of the pre-op lab work as possible and I agreed. We

didn't get very far. The first test was a pregnancy test and it

came back positive.

Wearing diapers with a bulging belly is a new experience. As time

goes on I'm beginning to wonder if I want the shunt taken out

after the baby comes. After all, I'll then have a legitimate

excuse for being incontinent and I wouldn't want to miss out on

all the attention I get from Kyle.

In case you're wondering. I let the Judge and Moira hang in

chains for three days before I called the police and suggested

that they pay the Judge a visit. There was a big splash in the

papers over it and both Moira and the Judge lost their jobs.

Someone sent photos to the tabloids that showed Moira and the

Judge in the middle of an S&M scene.

By the way, I hear that both of them had to be hospitalized for

diaper rash.