diaper dimension Little Shield and Sword Epilogue

[Genossin]

Major thanks to PrincessPottyPants for creating this world, and to BabySofia, BbyKimmy, and LittleFallenPrincess for writing the stories that got me hooked.

 

Here are the first two chapters.  I have 6 written and envision 4 more to get the novella to completion.

 

 

Little Shield and Sword

A Story from the Diaper Dimension

 

Chapter 1: The Checkpoint

 

As much as I hate getting stuffed into car seats, I’ve decided that I’d rather be in one than crammed under a hollow back seat.  I don’t know where “Mommy” and “Daddy” got this car, and I don’t know what it’s lined with, so I don’t know if it’ll get past the Antifascist Protection Barrier.  But here I am, in a ridiculous white frilly nightdress like the church would make babies wear just to take off them at the first opportunity, back before the liberation.  Oh yeah, and the diaper between my legs is inconvenient, too, as is the locking pacifier gag.  They’d said I needed to be quiet to get over the border (shudder), and they inflated it.  Quite frustrating really- trying to make any noise quickly made me retch as my soft palate was tickled by the bulb.

 

At least I’m awake- I didn’t swallow much milk from the bottle but it was enough to put me out.  Oh, and to make me wet while I was sleeping.  Damn, I really am a lightweight.  Probably have the least tolerance of anyone in all Berlin.  Or Leipzig, where we got in the car.  Come to think of it, I don’t know how long I was out.  We might be close to the border, and then…  West Berlin.

 

Ok, think.  Is there anything I can do?  This trunk is about 6 feet wide so I fit easily- small car to be driven by an Amazon though.  In a world where the average person is over 10 feet tall, I’m used to looking up at everything, including the massive cars the Amazon westerners always seem to drive.  

 

BUMP

 

That really hurt, rather a bit.  Hmmm- arms can’t reach the top of the seat-trunk, so I try to brace myself on the upholstered sides.  That seems to work better the next time we hit a bump.  At my level, a minor pothole feels like taking a speed bump at 60 kph.  My heart quickens, reaching a painful rate.  This is it.  This ride will determine if I’d be kept in captivity for the rest of my life, or if I walk free.  My entire future depends on the question- can I be seen?  Can I be heard?  Probably not; the seats seem extra thick.  There isn’t anything I can do; I just have to wait and see if the plan works.  And hope the blasted diaper doesn’t squish too much.

 

I feel the car stop.  I hear voices, “Passport…  Vehicle…  Safe Journey…”  I tense, this is clearly the moment of truth and this could go very badly, very very badly, and i can’t bear the waiting.  “Mommy” and “Daddy” promised that when I woke up I’d be in the “Golden West”.  If this trunk wasn’t pitchblack, as dark as my curls, I could see something, even seeing outside, that would be a huge relief, right?  I’d see the Amazons of the Border Troops, or at least their boots.  Wouldn’t it be better to know where they were?  Whether I’d see them now, or never again?

 

I hear a creaking and the top of my trunk is thrown open, light streaming in, and I blink, blinded.  The first thing I see is a round, green-brimmed hat I knew well, as a 4 meter-high amazon Grenzer leans into the car, and pointed down at me.  Captain Konrad Wolff!

 

“It seems, my western friends, that you’ve forgotten to mention your daughter.  Of course you’d have her papers, wouldn’t you?  Or maybe she’s got them- you know, our schools are first rate, and littles learn to be very responsible here.”  

 

“We don’t want any trouble, Captain.”  I heard “Daddy” say.  “We can make this go away, with some western currency, no problem at all, really she’s a very special girl and we need to get her home to her new friends.”

 

Captain Wolff nods, grinning as he looks at me.

“She’s a special girl, all right.  But she’s not yours.”  And he springs into the car and unlocks my pacifier gag with a practiced, fluid motion.  “Alles ok, Melanie?”  And he holds out his hand.  I reach out my little-sized hands, taking his big, callused amazon hand in both, as he pulls me up and out of my prison.  I see the “Mommy” and “Daddy” who had tried to steal me sweating.  I don’t feel ridiculous anymore.

 

“Everything’s under control and we’re all fine, Captain.  Except their idea of freedom.  Apparently they think freedom means the right to kidnap littles.”  

 

“THAT’S OUTRAGEOUS” my self-appointed “Mommy” shrieks.  “This little has maturosis and needs to be adopted and regressed immediately!  I wouldn’t expect this commie hell-hole to understand what a little really needs!  She needs her mother’s milk, and to be kept out of trouble!”

 

Wolff leans into the front seat of the car.

 

“Things here are very different than in the west.  In the west, a policeman may have taken the bribe. In America, he may even have caught the little for you.  In the west you may treat littles as pets to be traded, stolen, bred and mocked.  Here, on socialist soil, they are our fellow workers.  Little Melanie is one of our best Unofficial Collaborators.  Really, you should be more discerning.  Can’t you see she’s a good Little Pioneer, and won’t be taken without a fight?”  Grinning ear to ear, I speak up.

 

“The Stasi KNEW you were the ones stealing littles.  Just had to show you one you couldn’t resist so they’d catch you in the act.  I hope dressing me like this was worth it, because you won’t find many outfits like this in Siberia”- I bat my eyes.  “Captain, can I say it with you this time, please?”  Wolff scowls at my captors and scoops me up- wow!  Getting picked up by an amazon always seems to pop my ears.

 

“Sie sind…” He begins, meaning “You are…”

 

“VERHAFTET!- Arrested”  we finish together.  Wolff kisses my cheek as other grenzers swarm over the car, cuffing my kidnappers and dragging them away.  He puts me down gently and we walk (or waddle in my case) towards a guard house.

 

“‘Everything under control?’  So, you being bound, diapered, gagged and oh, also, DRUGGED inside their backseat was your idea?  In that case, mazel tov!”

 

“Ok, MOSTLY under control.  We just got really unlucky with the guard in Magdeburg, he didn’t check the car.  Believe me I’m going to talk to the chief about that.  I was out for most of the car ride, but I definitely got bumped about a bit.  Imagine if this was the west!  If we had THEIR speed limits I’d probably have broken a bone in there, they’re such irresponsible drivers.  But I wasn’t worried.”- I smile up at his blue eyes behind those sharp glasses, his dark hair cropped short and his improbably blond mustache, and how he pushes the brim of his hat back.  If I ever wanted to be adopted by anyone, Captain Wolff would be my choice.  Unfortunately, he knew this and teases me about it plenty, but this comes in handy at times.  I fling myself around his tall boot, legs and arms clasped behind his leg.

 

“I knew the border troops would search the car and save me!”

 

Konrad shakes his head and looks down at me.  “I don’t like using our littles as bait, least of all you.  You just got lucky they went to a checkpoint that has one of the new gamma scanners.  That trunk looks like it wouldn’t let infrared through.”

 

I giggle and shake my head.  “Wasn’t lucky.  Was confident.  Who wouldn’t be, with you as their friend?  And we’ve done this for five years, ever since I turned 18.  We know how to beat them, and we do it again and again!”

 

“You were lucky, and this”- he points to my clothes- “should show you how close you were to going over there.  Note you can’t take either that dress nor your diaper off without an Amazon.  They’re getting a lot more creative, and our boys are getting sloppy.”  Tugging at my dress, I find he’s right.

 

“Oh, ja, there is that I suppose…”  I yawn.  “Can I get this damned thing off yet?”.  Captain Wolff grins down at me.

 

“Oh, I don’t know- I think you might need a reminder of how dangerous this line of work is for littles, besides, the capitalists do have a point: you’re super cute in that.”

 

“Ah, well, I certainly hope you don’t agree with those kulaks over there on anything else.” I pout.  “But there is a positive to this.”

 

Wolff looks down at his leg, and at the little wrapped around it.

“And that would be?”

 

“Well, if I’m not getting to change into clothes more befitting a free socialist woman, there’s no reason I have to let go.  Might just have a little nap here, all snuggled into my big strong soldier daddy.  Sleep while clinging.  Like sloth.  Zzzzzzz.”  I close my eyes.

 

Wolff sighs, and starts limping towards the guardhouse.

 

“Your grip is going to weaken at some point, little Melanie, and I have smugglers, saboteurs, and worse to catch.”

 

“My grip might weaken at any moment that I hear I’m getting changed.  Really it could be quite sudden.”

 

“I’ve got a lot to do...”- he begins to shake his leg, but i clng on tightly.

 

“Ok, how’s this?  Get me some clean clothes and I’ll buy the pickles for the next three football games?”

 

“All right, fine.  I’ll help you change out of that if you bring the pickles.  Then you’ll go debrief and then you will go home.  Are you still coming for dinner?”

 

I spring up and hug him around the thigh.  

 

“For Captain Wolff’s famous puffer?  I’d never miss it!”

 

“I’m Jewish, so they’re called latkes when I make them.”

 

“Mmmmmm.  I’m German, so they’re called Puffer when i eat them.”

 

“Latkes.”

 

“Puffer.  Puffer and pickles?”  I bat my eyes upward from my perch on his boot.

 

“Weren’t you letting go of my leg as part of this deal?”

 

Chapter 2:  The Broadcast

 

I’m glad to be out of the clothes the kidnappers had put me in, and even gladder that Konrad had had one of my Little Pioneer uniforms handy.  After a cursory debrief at the Treptow office I’m able to catch the S-Bahn home while looking every inch a respectable, socialist little.  

 

Stopping at my station, I scurry off the train and head to the Konsum cooperative.  I hop atop the empty cabbage crate next to the doorway, and pul the handle.  I skip down, and enter Konsum.  

 

“Hallo, Melanie!”  Simone, the clerk waves down at me from her 3 metre height.  

 

“Guten Tag.  Any Spreewalds today?”  

 

“Spreewalds…  Hmmm.  I guess that depends.  Will you be bringing in any pumpkin pies this week?”

 

“Oh, yes, of course!  Does six on Friday sound all right?” 

 

“I think we can arrange that.  And today I think I can part with two jars of Spreewalds.”  Simone has a mischievous look in her eye as she passed me the precious gherkins.  

 

“Are you sure they’re the right size for little hands, though?  Wouldn’t want you to drop something so good, break the jar or worse.”

 

“I’ll manage.  I have a foolproof system for opening them.”

 

“Is it asking Captain Wolf to open the jar for you?”

 

“Like I said, it’s foolproof.”  I pay for the pickles, bid goodbye to Simone, and walk home.

 

I reach for the door and enter my apartment building.  Thoughts of this morning’s narrow escape remind me that this sort of independent living wouldn’t be possible in the west; Here, after the war, the German workers had constructed prefabbed buildings in a variety of sizes, including some that were little size!  Sure, an elevator would have been nice (I lived on the 4th floor), but there weren’t many buildings constructed with doorknobs I could reach.  This was a building made by and for little workers.  Why couldn’t the western amazons see that we could live just fine without them controlling us?  

 

I find myself shaking as I remembered their hands on me.  I really came rather close to being taken west and turned into just another mindless little doll.  I’d never have seen Konrad again, never have lived on my own again, never read Christa Wolf again…  And probably never have been allowed to even use the toilet or bathe myself.  All in the name of “freedom”, of course.  We’ve all seen the disruptive broadcasts- they reached pretty much everywhere in the DDR except for Dresden.  Western media shows all these weird movies about happy families with smiling littles getting passed around like American footballs, just lying there, drooling while the Amazons laughed at them.  They’ll cut to a scene of littles, some restrained, others looking completely dazed being baptized in the Köln Dom or some other church, saying that they’d saved however many children of god that year.  Then some grim narrator will drone on about how many littles were still in the DDR, unadopted, toddling about, starving, and desperate to make it to the west.  I suppose they were half right- at least after seeing this nauseous shit, I usually avoid food for the rest of the day!  That’s what their freedom does- freedom for who?  Certainly not for me- not for Konrad either.

 

Propaganda like that is probably meant more for our amazons than for us.  Most of them don’t seem to think one way or the other on the question of whether we needed to be adopted or not.  Fortunately the Party does.  We’ve always been a part of it, back in the KPD days, and the Socialist Unity Party had lost no time in restoring and expanding our rights which had been curtailed by the fascist regime.  Now, 37 years after liberation, East German littles are the freest in the world.  I don’t know of any little who voluntarily committed Republic-flight.  Amazons sometimes do- the tempting promise of 4 years’ salary paid right up front, all for a few tv appearances denouncing their former friends and neighbors has certainly lured more than a few into betraying our democracy.  

 

I’m glad to be home in any case.  I shower, dry off, then head to the record player.  Amiga has put out some little-sized records lately; they’re about the size of a western EP, and couldn’t fit much, but I was thrilled to finally be able to purchase (and easily handle) some Puhdys songs.  Of course, the Puhdys’ pieces Amiga chose for the Little-sized album “Puhdys: Lieder für Unsere Kleinen” are mostly lullabies and children’s songs.  “Children” and “Charlotte the Yodeling Cow” are just silly, and “Bouquets for all the Mommies” is almost better-suited to a western littles’ show.  At least this collection has “On the Shores of the Night”- a ballad from their newest record, and like most of their best work, with lyrics by the gay poet Burkhard Lasch.  “As the evening leans to silence, and the day completes itself, I set down the burdens that almost burned me out…”  Goosebumps fly up my arm as Quaster’s solo begins, plinking like the last few drops of rain hitting a window as a storm passes.

 

Great as this song is, I could probably have done without the kids’ songs on the disc.  Even in the DDR, we still had a ways to go.    But that isn’t the Puhdys’ fault, and I need to hear Maschine and Quaster’s voices to relax after this morning.  And Klaus’ drumming.  Hard to imagine that the nation’s top rock band includes a little- at least until you saw them in concert, watching Klaus thinking 5 steps ahead of everyone else so he could reach everywhere he had to, the sticks looking like fenceposts in his hands.  It really is a good metaphor for what we were trying to build in the DDR.  It might be awkward at times, but here, you can do anything you wanted, even if you were a little.  And I’m lucky enough to live here, as one of the freest littles in the world.

 

This morning had been close.  

 

Looking at the clock, I see I’ll be due at Konrad’s apartment soon.  I put on a soft, flowy white blouse, a blue skirt, shook my curls out, and headed out.

 

Konrad lives in the next Khrushchevka to mine; his just happens to be amazon-sized of course.  I climb the stairs with some difficulty and knock on his door- it was easy to find by following the copious clouds of smoke billowing out.  Frying Puffers is always a difficult process, emitting so much smoke that Konrad might as well have been burning lignite instead of cooking oil!  I look up as he opens the door, and makes a great show of looking left, right, and even up before looking down, at which point I’ve already scampered between his legs.

 

“What?  How did she get there?!” he feigns astonishment as I clamber up and pry his windows open.

 

“Nice to see you, too, Captain!  I brought the pickles, as agreed!  Now, could you pretty please help me open them?”  Eyelashes flutter and lips hang slightly open, halfway between a smile, a pout and a kiss.  

 

“Of course.  Stand aside, Little Citizen, and prepare to witness the triumph of socialist labor.  ‘Left, left, keep the pace.  We are Always Prepared”!  Konrad began singing the Song of the People’s Police as he resolutely grasps the first jar of precious Spreewald gherkins, and unscrews the lid.  I clap and bounce on the balls of my feet.

 

“Bravo!  Now let’s eat.  And maybe you can tell me about the worst parts of your day, and I can give you a footrub.  Gotta soften the blow.  Club Dynamo hasn’t got a chance tonight.  Go, Hansa!”  

Konrad groans, and switches on the TV.  We tuck into the perfectly crisped latkes, and seldom pause except to drink.  Vita cola for me, and some impounded Hofbräuhaus for him.  The outcome was never in serious doubt- as much as I love my team, they’ve got nothing on Dynamo.  

 

At one of the few points where Hansa got the ball, with Hauschild passing to Jarohs, the picture fades out.  I curse- this was one of the disruptive broadcasts from the west.  Since the Berlin TV tower had been completed over a decade ago, our signals are usually strong enough to block them out, but not always.

 

“Hello, future millionaires of the so-called German Democratic Republic!”  a smarmy, wrinkled b-movie actor oozes.  If you are tired of living under the oppressive yoke of Communism, if you want to live the good life, if you need freedom, and fresh bananas too, the time has never been better to come to the Golden West!”  Lights turn on, revealing two other chairs on either side of the host- one looked to be a smooth-faced American cleric who’d been in the news a lot lately, Falstaff or something, and the other I don’t recognize.

 

“In the west, we work side by side with the church to ensure total freedom for each person to head his own family and become wealthy.  And everyone has always had a fair chance to become rich.  All you need to do is come to the west, and we’ll give you one hundred thousand Deutschmarks just for telling your story!  But, of course, money isn’t the most important thing, so you shouldn’t care too much that only a handful of families own most of it.”

 

“That’s right, Dutch” intones the minister in the sort of buzzard-like drawl endemic to the American south.  German subtitles flash along the bottom of the screen.  As God commands the church, so does the western, free man command his family.  And we know that German women are the most in need of rescue- they work outside the home, they have access to birth control, and they have a childcare system wrongly striking off their shackles of piety.  We also know that the family is under constant siege in East Germany.  Honecker’s regime allows perverts to walk free, and to even have mock families of their own.  This is sin and whoredom!  There is another way!  Come to the west, and become free, pious, and rich!  But the worst thing that happens behind the iron curtain is how they let their littles play at living the lives and making the decisions that should be reserved for men!  The Bible tells us to obey our fathers, and every amazon is a father or mother to all the littles of the world!  Today we’ve got a very exciting announcement for the downtrodden amazon men of East Germany.”

 

“That’s right, Rev. Falstaff!” beams Dutch, as slimy as Santa Barbara beaches under capitalist oil spills.  “We’re helping those brave souls who come to the land of freedom and opportunity start their very own families with the littles they deserve!  Thanks to groundbreaking little development research done right there, in the Federal Republic, by the patriots at Green Valley Inc., we’ve developed foolproof ways of detecting and treating maturosis in even the most coy of littles!  And we are giving an ideal little to every defector from Communism alongside 100,000 DM!”

Konrad and I were speechless.  Offering littles as payment?  

 

“You only need to cross the border, then you’ll get to live the good life, the American way, and the Real German way!” the three men hoist limp, docile, obviously drugged, and heavily-diapered littles onto their knees, and pinch their cheeks as amazon women dressed in dirndls come up from behind them, carrying bottles for the vacant, drooling littles.

 

“We know the German woman doesn’t want to be a whore.  Come, embrace your new life in the west!”

 

The screen derezzes, and Konrad and I sit in silence as we caught the final few minutes of our game.  Jarohs had managed to score, against all odds, but Dynamo was still holding onto a comfortable lead when the buzzer rang.  Konrad gives a half-hearted cheer, and turns the tv off.  I find that I’ve been sucking on the same pickle so long that it’s lost its flavor, and I gulp it down.  He looks at me.

 

“It’s… Such a disgusting thing to do, but for them to broadcast it in here, bragging about how they treat people like you…  Not to mention what they’d like to do to me…  Melanie, I’m sorry.  What we just saw was horrific.  I don’t think they’ll win many converts, not here.”  I sniff, tears welling in my eyes.

 

“P-people keep trying to get to the west, even as they see what we’re building here.  How m-many more will go with a ch-chaance to own a little?”

 

“Melanie, I promise you, I’ll stop them.  We all will.  No one gets to turn their backs on democracy- we’ve sacrificed too much to allow it.  I and all the other Grenzers will make sure everyone, amazon and little alike, stays here, where it’s safe.  Is it ok to pick you up now?”  He reaches down and I nodded.  He scoops me into his arms and I cling to his chest.

 

“And you’ll help us catch them, like you always do.  You’re my brave little friend, and I love you.”  He hugs me, but pats me awkwardly on the back, the way men do when they don’t know what to do with their hands during a hug.

 

“No pat.  Only hold.” I murmur, and he obliges.  His hands really are so comforting and strong.  My hand reaches up, and I notice myself playing with his mustache.  Smiling, he sits me on his lap and strokes my head.  

 

I feel sorry to disturb what was becoming a much-needed moment of healing, but I have a horrible thought I just have to ask Da… Konrad about.  

 

“Where are they getting the littles they’re giving away?  Even in the west, they can’t just grab us off the streets, they have to go through their ridiculous spiel to show that we’re immature, and no little ever consents.  Sure the courts are all run by the church, but it takes time.  They can’t get that many.  And no drug will keep a little grinning like that.”  

 

“Who knows” Konrad sighs.  “Maybe Ceausescu is selling them a few thousand.  I wish the Russians would crack down on him- even Romania doesn’t deserve to be ruled by a monster like that.”

 

“Maybe,” I agree.  “But then why would they have the scientists at Green Valley involved?  What’s the ‘groundbreaking research’?  And what do they mean “ideal” littles?”  Green Valley is infamous for inventing and selling Thalidomide, and for employing former Nazis.

 

“Why even go to them, unless you’re trying to murder someone with a sausage...”  mutters Captain Wolf.  “They don’t have anything to do with adoption policy.  Or do they?”  His eyes flash.  

 

“Melanie, tomorrow you and I are going to talk to the Colonel about this.  We need to investigate this.”  I see his spine stiffen in steely resolve, and realize he’s back in Grenzer mode.  This, actually, is just as calming as him cuddling me, and I can’t help but smile.  He really is Always Ready to defend us.  

 

“I’m glad.”  I pat his thigh, and yawn.  Honestly, I’m still shaken up.  It is time to employ my wiles.

 

“About time I should be getting home.  But you never know, there may be a Class Enemy lurking in the shadows somewhere…  Could I stay here tonight?”  I flash my cutest little smile, and almost feel it.

 

“I get you’re scared, but you really are safe here in Berlin.  Also, your toothbrush is at your apartment, and you don’t have any clean clothes here.”

 

“Nobody in the whole building has any clean clothes after you fry latkes, but I did pack a set for tomorrow.  And my toothbrush.”

 

“Fine.  You can stay.”  I grin at this, and felt it this time.  

 

“Are you telling me you didn’t think of this too?”  I bat my eyes again.  His mustache sparkles in the dim light as he picks me up.  

 

“That really was scary, huh?  But you have my word as a socialist, and a German Officer that I will never let that kind of… Mutilation, happen to any of our citizens.  Those Americans will have to go through me, every other Grenzer, and the entire blasted Berlin Wall before they get a single one of our citizens to do that to another.”

 

“Just… Could you just hold me close tonight?  I’m still scared.”

 

“Always Ready, little Melanie!”

[Personalias]

Since you've posted it here for criticism, I'm going to give you some.

"It's set in the early 1980s in the Diaper Dimension, at a time when some of the technology that underpins more modern stories is just being developed.  It is set in East Germany- many countries and places are named the same in the Diadem as in our world, and I wanted to write a diadem story drawing on my special interest in DDR culture.  That said, I am considering changing the name to "Teutonia" much as France became "Gaul".  In any case, some of the characters are real historical figures ported into this fictional continuity, and if something here inspires you to check out the real-life music, places or people, then part of my job is done."

Get rid of this part.  Explain the setting and the world you're showing us WITHIN the story itself.  Make it part of the narrative and world building.  Use storytelling devices other than explaining to us out of character beforehand to get the concept across.  If you want to plug your inspiration as far as real world events and setting, that's doable, but do so AFTER we've read your story. It's not a peek behind the curtain if you come on stage and tells everyone before the show starts.  

 

[Genossin]

ok, will do!

[Moon3ye]

Yes yes in Dresden haste no West television was received yes therefore not for nothing the "valley of the clueless" called.

I like the story so far very well as someone who was born in the GDR, although shortly after the fall of the wall and shortly before reunification and has lived his whole life in Brandenburg, it is interesting to see how others experience it.

That the Littles in the GDR get more rights does not really surprise me. While the FRG had to let in the guest workers from Turkey etc., the GDR simply made working attractive for women. For each child a Kitaplatz, equal payment, equal opportunities for advancement West women could only dream of. That they do that here with the Littles it is only logical that in socialism all are equal... so in theory but that would go too deep now.

This advertising is absolutely disgusting and disgusting but not really surprising.

Here times 2 small Fun Facts to the topic reunification.

Homosexuals had much more rights in the GDR than in the FRG and just the LGBTQ+ community from the GDR are many law relaxations within the FRG to thank because this of course did not want to give up their rights they had so far.

Until 1994 there was in West Germany for single mothers where there was no father to determine a so-called official guardian. This guardian was appointed because women were considered too emotional to make good decisions for their children. The mothers had to clarify everything with this person.
This process was then abolished only with the justification that one does not know how to explain to the much more emancipated women from the East that they suddenly with a stranger person has the right to interfere in all decisions concerning the child. 

Oh I have to ask are you only interested in DDR or are you from East Germany and if so from where?

[Genossin]

1 hour ago, Moon3ye said:

Yes yes in Dresden haste no West television was received yes therefore not for nothing the "valley of the clueless" called.

I like the story so far very well as someone who was born in the GDR, although shortly after the fall of the wall and shortly before reunification and has lived his whole life in Brandenburg, it is interesting to see how others experience it.

That the Littles in the GDR get more rights does not really surprise me. While the FRG had to let in the guest workers from Turkey etc., the GDR simply made working attractive for women. For each child a Kitaplatz, equal payment, equal opportunities for advancement West women could only dream of. That they do that here with the Littles it is only logical that in socialism all are equal... so in theory but that would go too deep now.

This advertising is absolutely disgusting and disgusting but not really surprising.

Here times 2 small Fun Facts to the topic reunification.

Homosexuals had much more rights in the GDR than in the FRG and just the LGBTQ+ community from the GDR are many law relaxations within the FRG to thank because this of course did not want to give up their rights they had so far.

Until 1994 there was in West Germany for single mothers where there was no father to determine a so-called official guardian. This guardian was appointed because women were considered too emotional to make good decisions for their children. The mothers had to clarify everything with this person.
This process was then abolished only with the justification that one does not know how to explain to the much more emancipated women from the East that they suddenly with a stranger person has the right to interfere in all decisions concerning the child. 

Oh I have to ask are you only interested in DDR or are you from East Germany and if so from where?

I'm a lifelong us-American, but I'm very interested in the DDR, precisely BECAUSE I'm trans and lesbian and I know how comparatively good things were for us there.  I've read a lot of works by people like Katja Günther, Jürgen Lemke, Christa Wolf, etc.

One of my long-running side projects is an attempt to research and write the first english-language biography of Ernst Busch.

The epilogue will DEFINITELY touch on some of the issues you've raised, and you'll continue to see figures from DDR pop culture in most chapters- the Puhdys have a major role to play:)  With your level of interest and expert knowledge, i might even send some chapters to you early, wenn Sie es wollen.

 

Welcher Puhdys-Lieder gefällt ihnen am besten?  Meine Lieblingen sind Frei wie die Geier, Lebenszeit, und An den Ufern der Nacht.  Quaster hat mir eine CD von "Ich Bereue Nichts" geschickt, weil ich an Fansites beschweren hätte, deswegen der CD in die Vereinigten Staaten leider unerholbar war.

[Moon3ye]

9 hours ago, Genossin said:

I'm a lifelong us-American, but I'm very interested in the DDR, precisely BECAUSE I'm trans and lesbian and I know how comparatively good things were for us there.  I've read a lot of works by people like Katja Günther, Jürgen Lemke, Christa Wolf, etc.

One of my long-running side projects is an attempt to research and write the first english-language biography of Ernst Busch.

The epilogue will DEFINITELY touch on some of the issues you've raised, and you'll continue to see figures from DDR pop culture in most chapters- the Puhdys have a major role to play:)  With your level of interest and expert knowledge, i might even send some chapters to you early, wenn Sie es wollen.

 

Welcher Puhdys-Lieder gefällt ihnen am besten?  Meine Lieblingen sind Frei wie die Geier, Lebenszeit, und An den Ufern der Nacht.  Quaster hat mir eine CD von "Ich Bereue Nichts" geschickt, weil ich an Fansites beschweren hätte, deswegen der CD in die Vereinigten Staaten leider unerholbar war.

Thanks for the offer but I will wait patiently for the chapters like everyone else.

However, if you have any questions feel free to contact me

Puhdys was actually not the music that was heard in our house. We were a "Karat" household with songs like "Über Sieben Brücken musst du gehen", "Der Garten Eden", "König der Welt".

I am very much looking forward to the next chapters.

[snowwhite]

20 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Yes yes in Dresden haste no West television was received yes therefore not for nothing the "valley of the clueless" called.

I like the story so far very well as someone who was born in the GDR, although shortly after the fall of the wall and shortly before reunification and has lived his whole life in Brandenburg, it is interesting to see how others experience it.

That the Littles in the GDR get more rights does not really surprise me. While the FRG had to let in the guest workers from Turkey etc., the GDR simply made working attractive for women. For each child a Kitaplatz, equal payment, equal opportunities for advancement West women could only dream of. That they do that here with the Littles it is only logical that in socialism all are equal... so in theory but that would go too deep now.

This advertising is absolutely disgusting and disgusting but not really surprising.

Here times 2 small Fun Facts to the topic reunification.

Homosexuals had much more rights in the GDR than in the FRG and just the LGBTQ+ community from the GDR are many law relaxations within the FRG to thank because this of course did not want to give up their rights they had so far.

Until 1994 there was in West Germany for single mothers where there was no father to determine a so-called official guardian. This guardian was appointed because women were considered too emotional to make good decisions for their children. The mothers had to clarify everything with this person.
This process was then abolished only with the justification that one does not know how to explain to the much more emancipated women from the East that they suddenly with a stranger person has the right to interfere in all decisions concerning the child. 

Oh I have to ask are you only interested in DDR or are you from East Germany and if so from where?

 

OH, NO NO NO NO NO shake my head NO NO NO NO NO

Where did you get this information from?
Black channel?
Karl Eduard von Schnitzler would probably have awarded you the order of the working class for this completely absurd thesis!

And Margot Honecker, would have given you 2 weeks of first class vacation for free in the socialist friendly farmers and workers' state of your choice.
So Romania, CSSR, USSR, Bulgaria, Vietnam etc.

The fact is that even a Freddy Mercury moved to Berlin and Munich, because he was able to live out his homosexual inclination in the 80s!
And don´t forget Mary & Gordy the Travesty artist in the early 80s.

The HIV-virus did not hit the GDR either, because LGBTQ did not exist in the socialist peasant and workers' state ... right or wrong?
Rhetorical question, I know the answer.

Officially there was no LGBTQ in the GDR!

In addition, the HIV virus got stuck on the barbed wire, wasn't it?

So much for your LGBTQ freedom in the GDR!

LGBTQ, these were pursued in the GDR, until the mid-80s only then did it loosen up a little!

And if you mean paragraph 175, it was abolished in 1996.
But it has not been used since 1960 either, it was just an official farewell not more!

Nudism was more popular in the GDR than in the FRG, but that was it again!
And the wild marriage was popular, because the party chairman Theireself lived in wild marriage and Margot even had to leave her 8-month-old daughter behind in the 50s.
To have to live separated from her Erich for 1 year because Ehrich did not want to get a divorce!

So don't tell any nonsense here!

Certainly readable on Wikipedia also in English. I guess!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The women who had to name a guardian, were mostly socially unstable and the social worker decided that when they had a bad feeling about the protection of the child and not about patronizing someone.

In the vast majority of cases, it was the grandparents who were supposed to make sure that the child was not missing anything and to keep a eye on the mother and child in the first few weeks.
And hey, which grandmother doesn't want to see her grandchild?

But no social worker sat in her house day and night patronised mother and child.
If that doing a social worker than get it in a big trouble!

It is completely normal for the social welfare office to look at the living conditions, but may only intervene if the child is extremely at risk, and then only together with the police.

And here at is to say that it would have been desirable that one should have taken a closer look every now and then, then many children would still be alive today.

Special in the GDR!
I'm just saying the mother who killed her 9 children shortly after they were born.
But officially there were no crimes in GDR times ...

At least women in the FRG were not taken away from their children and forcibly adopted because they lived politically incorrectly ... because they were lesbian maybe.

Who Margot Honecker was, is easy to read both in English wikepedia and in German.
Maybe you should improve your basic knowledge again!

Only one point you made is true.
Namely that every mother in the GDR was given a daycare place.
Otherwise, some things were created that looked better than in FRG at first.

But the fact is, if you draw a comparison in the GDR and FRG, then you also have to involve the capitalist side and money ruled the world there.
If you had money, a place in a kindergarten wasn't a problem, if you were in the low-income field, you naturally had problems.

But what the FRG had and the GDR didn't, was the maternity leave (paid) of 2 years, after which they could go back to their company, at least that was the case with larger companies and in public service.
In small businesses, unemployment was sometimes added to this.
That was not even possible in the GDR because then they would have gone bankrupt even earlier!

So don't twist too much, please!
You're just pretending that the GDR was a great pardy.

Ms. Merkel perfectly reflects your ignorance.
In many of the speeches you could see straight away that she had big problems not saying her in-tuned FDJ slogans at various meetings, including Barack Obama ... "Are you ready? Always ready!"

Sorry but I had to straighten that out now!

 

@Genossin
My favorite song from Puhdys is
"Old as a tree ~ Alt wie ein Baum" nor "I don't want to forget ~ Ich will nicht vergessen"

Because it represents today's Germany perfectly like no other song.
Otherwise I like more "Karat" If already Eastern German music.
Blauer Planet, Jede Stunde etc.

 

 

Best wish from, bad mad snowwhite

She comes from West Berlin !!!

And I will say now one more again, Thank you so much all American and United Kingdom Soldier there was station in West Berlin from 1945 - to day.
They have safe the City and my Parents and so me too!

 

[Moon3ye]

12 minutes ago, snowwhite said:

 

OH, NO NO NO NO NO shake my head NO NO NO NO NO

Where did you get this information from?
Black channel?
Karl Eduard von Schnitzler would probably have awarded you the order of the working class for this completely absurd thesis!

And Margot Honecker, would have given you 2 weeks of first class vacation for free in the socialist friendly farmers and workers' state of your choice.
So Romania, CSSR, USSR, Bulgaria, Vietnam etc.

The fact is that even a Freddy Mercury moved to Berlin and Munich, because he was able to live out his homosexual inclination in the 80s!
And don´t forget Mary & Gordy the Travesty artist in the early 80s.

The HIV-virus did not hit the GDR either, because LGBTQ did not exist in the socialist peasant and workers' state ... right or wrong?
Rhetorical question, I know the answer.

Officially there was no LGBTQ in the GDR!

In addition, the HIV virus got stuck on the barbed wire, wasn't it?

So much for your LGBTQ freedom in the GDR!

LGBTQ, these were pursued in the GDR, until the mid-80s only then did it loosen up a little!

And if you mean paragraph 175, it was abolished in 1996.
But it has not been used since 1960 either, it was just an official farewell not more!

Nudism was more popular in the GDR than in the FRG, but that was it again!
And the wild marriage was popular, because the party chairman Theireself lived in wild marriage and Margot even had to leave her 8-month-old daughter behind in the 50s.
To have to live separated from her Erich for 1 year because Ehrich did not want to get a divorce!

So don't tell any nonsense here!

Certainly readable on Wikipedia also in English. I guess!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The women who had to name a guardian, were mostly socially unstable and the social worker decided that when they had a bad feeling about the protection of the child and not about patronizing someone.

In the vast majority of cases, it was the grandparents who were supposed to make sure that the child was not missing anything and to keep a eye on the mother and child in the first few weeks.
And hey, which grandmother doesn't want to see her grandchild?

But no social worker sat in her house day and night patronised mother and child.
If that doing a social worker than get it in a big trouble!

It is completely normal for the social welfare office to look at the living conditions, but may only intervene if the child is extremely at risk, and then only together with the police.

And here at is to say that it would have been desirable that one should have taken a closer look every now and then, then many children would still be alive today.

Special in the GDR!
I'm just saying the mother who killed her 9 children shortly after they were born.
But officially there were no crimes in GDR times ...

At least women in the FRG were not taken away from their children and forcibly adopted because they lived politically incorrectly ... because they were lesbian maybe.

Who Margot Honecker was, is easy to read both in English wikepedia and in German.
Maybe you should improve your basic knowledge again!

Only one point you made is true.
Namely that every mother in the GDR was given a daycare place.
Otherwise, some things were created that looked better than in FRG at first.

But the fact is, if you draw a comparison in the GDR and FRG, then you also have to involve the capitalist side and money ruled the world there.
If you had money, a place in a kindergarten wasn't a problem, if you were in the low-income field, you naturally had problems.

But what the FRG had and the GDR didn't, was the maternity leave (paid) of 2 years, after which they could go back to their company, at least that was the case with larger companies and in public service.
In small businesses, unemployment was sometimes added to this.
That was not even possible in the GDR because then they would have gone bankrupt even earlier!

So don't twist too much, please!
You're just pretending that the GDR was a great pardy.

Ms. Merkel perfectly reflects your ignorance.
In many of the speeches you could see straight away that she had big problems not saying her in-tuned FDJ slogans at various meetings, including Barack Obama ... "Are you ready? Always ready!"

Sorry but I had to straighten that out now!

 

@Genossin
My favorite song from Puhdys is
"Old as a tree ~ Alt wie ein Baum" nor "I don't want to forget ~ Ich will nicht vergessen"

Because it represents today's Germany perfectly like no other song.
Otherwise I like more "Karat" If already Eastern German music.
Blauer Planet, Jede Stunde etc.

 

 

Best wish from, bad mad snowwhite

She comes from West Berlin !!!

And I will say now one more again, Thank you so much all American and United Kingdom Soldier there was station in West Berlin from 1945 - to day.
They have safe the City and my Parents and so me too!

 

I never wrote that the GDR was perfect. There were massive problems.

But without that you wrote it at the end, it was clear to me that you came from the West.

Of course the facts will always be pro west and contra east, the winners make history.

But since I learned a long time ago not to lead fights that are pointless, I will not discuss further with you.

[snowwhite]

31 minutes ago, Moon3ye said:

I never wrote that the GDR was perfect. There were massive problems.

But without that you wrote it at the end, it was clear to me that you came from the West.

Of course the facts will always be pro west and contra east, the winners make history.

But since I learned a long time ago not to lead fights that are pointless, I will not discuss further with you.

Sorry, but this is not a discussion, you are claiming something about the 80s and the FRG which is simply not true!

So help yourself and read first, before you claim something what you do not know, cannot knowing!
I even had relatives near Strausberg, my grandmother talked to me a lot about the GDR, I myself, like you, don't even know the wall

If you not offended, just change your knowledge, just do an update.

It is true that the winners write the story, but honestly, using this saying now is very cheap!

best wish to you

 

Ps
we are almost the same age I am only 1 year younger

 

[Genossin]

13 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Thanks for the offer but I will wait patiently for the chapters like everyone else.

However, if you have any questions feel free to contact me

Puhdys was actually not the music that was heard in our house. We were a "Karat" household with songs like "Über Sieben Brücken musst du gehen", "Der Garten Eden", "König der Welt".

I am very much looking forward to the next chapters.

I don't know Karat as well.  My favorites of theirs (that I HAVE heard) are "Traumverkäufer" and "Alles Was Mir Von Dir Bleibt".

Chapter 3: The Briefing

 

Waking up being held was always the best.  Konrad had allowed me to stay over some nights before, when things looked particularly grim.  As per usual, the sunrise gently probed my face while I felt Wolf’s strong chest behind my entire body.  He was a heavy sleeper in the absence of a bugle call.  

 

I tried to twist, but Konrad’s elbow seemed to be locked in exactly the same position he had cradled me with last night.  Even in sleep he wouldn’t relax his hold, keeping me from falling out of the bed and himself from rolling over onto me.  

 

But we were facing the scarlet dawn, and we both had duties to perform; duties to our workers’ fatherland!  So I started gently rubbing my feet up and down his thighs, and he stirred.

 

“Guten Morgen, Herr Hauptmann” I cooed.  

 

“Morgen, Melanie.  Any Klassenfeinden under the bed?”

 

“Oh there were dozens, but they took one look at you, and ran to the nearest station to turn themselves in” I beamed at him.

 

“Are you sure it wasn’t your breath they were running from?”

 

“Quite impossible as I always smell of roses, roses and Spreewalds.  Besides, that hefty Grenz-trooper snore sounds like a Mig-25 on parade, so they’d have to have fled as soon as that began!”

 

Konrad Wolf gave me a friendly squeeze, and turned out of his bed to do his morning pushups.  On any other morning that I saw him this early, I’d make things difficult for him by rolling under him and pretending to fix a button on his pyjamas, but today I was still a bit shaken.

 

“Thanks for letting me stay the night, Konrad.  That show just messed with my mind.”

 

“Mine too, Melanie.  Ever since Chile it’s like they’re just rubbing our noses in the fact that they can do what they want to whomever they want, and we can’t stop it.  Worst of all is when you see a neighbor on tv boasting about how they’ve beaten communism by going over there, and how we’re all such terrible monsters.  And now they’re being given a human being to own and torture for their trouble.  Shouldn’t surprise me that that appeals to the sort of person who would commit Republic Flight in the first place.”  Wolf grunted as he continued his pushups.  I felt nervous.

 

“I’m more worried about the wavering ones, who see what we’re doing here, the healthcare, the education, the arts, and mostly decide to stay, but are being told that not only is the west better, but that they deserve to be treated better than everyone else.  Telling those people they can own a little is just gas on a fire.”

 

“Well we’ll go in early.  I want to talk to the colonel about this.  You should come with me- you’re an IM, and you saw the broadcast too.”  Wolf stood up and began washing his face.  I got my clean clothes out of my bag, and went to brush my teeth.  We made the S-Bahn before 8, and were walking up to the Stasi headquarters before 8:30.  I knew jogging up the stairs to the entrance that I was safer in this humble brown office building than I would be in any fortress or palace in the capitalist world.  Here the people fairly buzzed with purpose.  Every report filed, every envelope opened or sealed, every photo taken was done so for one purpose: the continuation of our freedom.  These people truly were the “Shield and Sword of the Party”, as the banners proclaimed.  

 

Usually, when walking into a room of amazons, I had at least a kernel of worry; how strong are their instincts to abduct and control?  Here, I knew that every one of THESE amazons would break the arm of anyone who so much as thought of kidnapping me, and the sight of their uniforms and boots was as comforting to me as the sight of Wolf in his Grenzer uniform.  As his regiment’s liaison officer with the Stasi, he was in here quite a lot and knew our way around.  

 

We walked to Konrad’s office, where we were told that General Mahlsdorf’s staff were collecting reports on the strength of the disruptive broadcast.  Konrad scooped me up as he hustled to Division 15.  

 

Soon we are shown into a debriefing room, and get a surprise when General Mahlsdorf herself comes in.  Konrad salutes, the general returns it, and we all sat down.  Mahlsdorf spoke.

 

“So, Captain, you and your friend, Comrade Tilgner, is it?-I nodded- caught that broadcast from Treptow, correct?  How was the signal strength?”

 

“It was five by five, Sir.”  Wolf responded.  “They got everything they wanted through, no troubles at all.  Our signal was completely blocked.”  Mahlsdorf sighed and nodded.

 

“We’re trying to get some idea of who all may have caught the broadcast, as a means of predicting who might be tempted with the chance to own a little.  Miss Tilgner, do you have anything to add?”  I think for a moment, and shudder.

 

“The way the littles were moving was different, even from the usual hypnosis.  They seemed sluggish.  I think that may have been part of the treatment they talked about.”

 

Mahlsdorf smiles grimly.  

 

“Very keenly observed.  You’re not the only one who noticed that, and we’re trying to confirm it now.  But more importantly, our sources in Green Valley have some idea of what the littles’ pharmaceuticals department has been creating, and it goes far beyond pills and hypnosis.  Apparently they’ve developed miniscule machines that they can use to mutilate a person’s body from the inside out.  It can be used to destroy muscle tissue.”  I retched at this.

 

“They can’t even tolerate littles being able to walk?!”

 

“Worse.”  said General Mahlsdorf.  “In some of the test cases we’ve gotten access to, they’ve even removed the ability to crawl.  Those poor children…  Excuse me, Comrades, I mustn’t forget to treat our little comrades with respect.  Those poor little souls are made more helpless than ever before.  And by inflicting these treatments on a little, they present the court with a fait accompli-the little is no longer able to legally object, and no longer able to care for themselves.”  Konrad spoke up at this.

 

“Comrade General, do we know if these machines could be used against Amazons?  On a large scale?  It sounds almost like an intelligent bioweapon.”

 

“That’s our fear, Comrade Captain.  By focusing attention on this machine’s potential for controlling littles, the capitalists may actually be preparing it for strategic deployment.  Hiding it in plain sight, and gloating over the lives it destroys in the meantime, just like they did with the potato beetles in ‘46.”

 

Wolf bowed his head, fingertips against his temples.  

 

“Do we have any chance of stopping the deployment of these weapons?”  General Mahlsdorf rubbed her broad forehead and exhaled before answering.

 

“We can’t even get close to the project’s current stage.  It’s being worked on by a team comprised entirely of former SS personnel.  They all know each other, and there’s no chance for any of our field agents to infiltrate.  We’d have to risk using an outside actor for widespread demolition, and that’s risky at best.  We think the only way we’re going to get any shot at it will be electronic counter measures.  We DO have the strongest transmitter in Europe right here in East Berlin.  But we need far more information on the devices themselves.  And the only people who will have access to it are true believers, veteran fascists who have been doing these experiments for 50 years.  Well, them and the people they choose to have around”

 

“What?  Who would they invite in to see the… machines.”  Wolf groaned as he realized what had to be done.  My pulse pounded as I decided to state the obvious, just in case I was wrong.  (I hoped I was)

 

“General Mahlsdorf means that the only outsiders they’ll allow in the lab are the littles who are being experimented on.  We need to send in a little operative, to be captured and hope they get the information we need before they have the procedure done on them.”

 

Chapter 4: The Mission

 

Konrad Wolf blinked, and gaped.

 

“Send a little to get captured?  That’s never been done before, let alone extract them successfully.  There’s got to be a gap in their security an amazon operative could penetrate.”

 

General Mahlsdorf sighed in agreement, and cupped her strong chin.

 

“It is dangerous.  Though I’m confident extraction at least will be very possible, if one of our little operatives becomes available in time.  Even hobbled, a little should be able to send a signal from a transmitter, or even a phone; they’d just need to crawl to it.”  

 

I spoke up at this.

 

“I agree, General.  I’ve seen the watch cameras the KGB sent us AND the transmitters, and a little who knows morse code could definitely work it with just her teeth.  Once that happens, an extraction team just needs to get to her location.  The only problem is if they remove the watch.  We’d need to make it look like something normal for a little to wear- maybe with Little Sandman on it?”  This caused the general to make eye contact with Wolf.

 

“She’s got quite the knack for this.  Have you been teaching her, Captain Wolf?”

 

“Oh a bit here and there, she’s quite capable of getting herself into and out of trouble really…”  His voice trailed off again.

 

“No, Melanie.  Not you, I’m not sending you over the border, it’s too dangerous, you see the same broadcasts and reports I do, you know how horrible it is!”  I was shaking, but reached out my hand to his knee.

 

“Captain… Konrad.  It’s my decision.  The general said there aren’t any little agents available now.  Remember, you protect me, you love me, but I’m still a free woman.  And If I choose to go, it’s to protect you, the other Grenzers, and every little here that you all watch over.”

 

“Melanie, you don’t know how dangerous these people are.  You’ve never lived under their rule, never seen how they act when they’re alone!  Please, you mustn’t go!”  

 

“Konrad, I know how dangerous it is- you told me that when you were born, you didn’t see the sun for two years because you were hiding from these monsters.  General, everyone knows how you survived the camps after killing a fascist.  

 

Konrad… let me be strong like General Mahlsdorf.  If there’s anything we can do to keep the fascists from winning, we owe it to all our peoples to always be ready to fight.  You know they’ll try again- whether that’s breaking out the yellow stars and pink triangles again, or something new, the fascists never stop trying.  That’s why you’re here, Konrad.  That’s why General Mahlsdorf is here.  To be the Sword and Shield of the Party.  If she needs a little for this mission, I…  I volunteer.”

 

General Mahlsdorf looked hard at me.

 

“Think carefully, Comrade Tilgner.  This will be extremely dangerous, and you won’t see your friends for days, or weeks even if it goes off as planned.  You could be risking serious physical harm, grotesque violations, and quite possibly permanent injury.”  I sat silent for a moment.  It was terrifying.  Just yesterday I had been near a panic at the thought of going to the west.  Now here I was volunteering to jump headfirst into hell.  Mahlsdorf broke the silence and resumed speaking.

 

“I won’t lie- you will be a strong contender for this mission.  We don’t need a commando or an assassin, we need bait.  Bait exactly like you’ve been so many times.  We’ll take care of getting you out.  But this will be extremely dangerous all the same.”  

 

She wasn’t kidding.  Every DDR little knew what awaited on the other side of the Antifascist Protection Barrier.  Anyone under betweener height- 6-8 feet depending on which state you lived in- was in constant danger of being adopted.  Amazons all over the world seemed to have an irrepressible urge to dominate, humiliate and own littles.  Worse, it seemed many of them genuinely believed we were perpetual children, and that this was the way to treat such children.  (I was never sure which was scarier, to be honest).  Forced into diapers, which were designed to both humiliate and limit movement, gagged on locking pacifiers like I had encountered yesterday, tossed and passed about like dolls and forced to behave in the most ridiculous ways.  And of course, constant physical and sexual abuse.  Littles were kept wherever their amazon “parents” wanted, whether that was chained in the basement or paraded in front of everyone as status symbols, or locked up in institutions…  Worst of all was being given to the churches, which were known to maintain little-only choirs which doubled as harems for clergymen, and constantly tortured in various ways to purge them of “sin”.  There was even some reporting out of Selegnasol and other big capitalist cities that amazon breastmilk had addictive properties for littles, though our scientists hadn’t confirmed this yet.  There was a steady stream of propaganda from nestle and other companies urging amazon mothers to only breastfeed their littles, and buy formula for their biological children.  This had led to many deaths from malnutrition due to improperly mixed formula, but it boosted their sales, which is all they cared about.  All totaled, estimates were that a majority of western littles would be adopted and virtually all of the rest would be physically assaulted multiple times in their lives.  Western doctors and psychologists all assured the world that this was the natural way for littles, and that not adopting a little was the worst form of abuse.

 

Our economists have wondered about how this barbaric custom came to be so prevalent.  Most social oppressions have the immediate function of cheapening the marginalized group’s labor, allowing super-exploitation by the bourgeoisie.  But western littles are kept from doing any productive labor by the system of adoption, so this couldn’t be the primary goal.  Current theory holds that by encouraging massive spending on baby accessories by the wealthiest western consumers, the system could delay capitalism’s inevitable crises of making more than it could sell to its workers.  But it seems to be mostly a tool of social control.  Littles are a perfect, highly visible group to subjugate, and doing so gives such a lift to amazons.  And here the fascists are, giving us out as prizes to traitors against the democracy I love.

 

All of this makes me shudder as I think hard.  Can I do this?  How many more littles would go through all that and worse if I don’t?  What if this new weapon leads to the fall of our German Democratic Republic?  The fascists are baying just on the other side of the wall, waiting to finish the job they’d started in 1933.

 

I look up and out of my reverie.

 

“What do I need to do, General?”.  

 

At this, Captain Wolf can’t contain himself any longer.  He scoops me up and hugs me close to his chest.  I feel a tear hit the top of my head as I sit there in his arms.

[Moon3ye]

No no and no. Is she tired of life?

She'll never get out of there safe and sound.

Hopefully Konrad will take care of her then.

You said you were planning 10 chapters since we already have 4 I'm a little worried about the freedom of the little ones.

Even for my sadistic inclinations, the West is portrayed as very evil here.

I hope it all works out as planned.

[Genossin]

Chapter 5: The Nurse

 

The plan is simple.  I will allow myself to be captured by the mark as I have so many times before.  This time, the mark will be Dr. Schenck’s secretary, Joanna Hahn, who’s scheduled to be in East Berlin tomorrow to pick up a copy of a new neurological study from Humboldt University.  I’ll have a thorough coating of KGB spy dust on my shoes, and a capsule with more that could be hidden under my tongue, or inside a stuffed hedgehog I was to carry for added camouflage and cuteness.  

 

But the dust is only plan B.  The hedgehog also contains an emergency short-range radio transmitter, which I can activate with only my teeth if need be.  I was to signal for help as soon as the procedure had been performed.  We weren’t sure if I’d still have my hedgie or the capsule, so I would put the dust on Hahn, her car if no one else tagged it, or both.  Our agents in the west will follow her to the Green Valley lab or wherever she takes me, and stake it out.  They’ll wait 24 hours or until they’d heard from me, then cut the building’s power, storm the building, and extract me to a getaway car.  So even if I lose my equipment, I’ll still be rescued.  

 

Konrad has been assigned to drop me near Humboldt U’s visitor parking lot.  I’m to walk alone towards the cars as soon as we see Hahn come back out of the hospital where she’ll pick up the report.  I’m spending the night with him before we leave in the morning to meet our mark.

 

“Do you feel like watching the match?” he asks flatly, his eyes dark and drawn.  I don’t know how to answer.  I’m concerned as well, my pulse is flying.  I’ve never gone so far with a plan before.  I’ve been training with the transmitter and powder for the last three days, and I’m as ready as I can be, but to leave socialist soil, captive to the west…

 

“No thanks, Konrad.  I’m too… Well, frenzied.  Chess?”

 

“Sure.”  He gets out his set.  The board is half as wide as I am tall.  Konrad sets it up quickly.  I try to reach for the pawns to help arrange, and he gently takes my hand.

 

“I’ve got it.  You just sit, ok?”  The tenderness in his voice and hand are overpowering.  I feel like my hand is a glass ornament, he strokes it and gently guides it to my lap.  I smile at him, but suddenly I remember i’m about to be surrounded by amazons who will keep me from doing ANYthing, and they’re not likely to be as gentle about it as Konrad is.  I speak up, trying to sound confident.

 

“I’ll come back, Konrad.  There are 12 agents on extraction duty, and Dr. Nielsen is sure I’ll be able to regain muscle control once the machines are out of me.  It’ll be fine.”

 

Konrad smiles, and gestures for me to begin the game.  The knight is the size of a beer Krug in my hand as I move it forward.

 

“I hope so.  Konsum’s bakery will miss you a great deal.  And so will I.”

 

Morning has come, and I’m ready.  Konrad dropped me off and is listening through the wire I have in my neckerchief.  I have the hedgie conspicuously displayed in my handbag, my dark hair behind a headband with my bangs hanging down, and my pioneer uniform of a white blouse and blue skirt.  I don’t look babyish, but definitely look younger than my 23 years.  General Mahlsdorf’s thinking is that this will make a westerner decide that I’m suffering from what they call “maturosis” and inspire them to kidnap me even if it means taking a risk.  From what I’ve observed, it doesn’t take much to manipulate a western amazon.  So here I sit, on the curbside by the big Mercedes, between the car and the bushes.  I’ve already wiped the spy dust on all the tires and the door handles.  Hahn went into Humboldt U about 10 minutes ago, and will be back any moment.  I’m here, reading the ND and waiting for

 

Footsteps.  

 

Large amazon feet are approaching from the other side of the car.  I’m ready.  I follow the wind around the side of the Mercedes and fall forward as though I’ve tripped, and I see her.  A massive amazon woman of about 60, eyes with a look of studied superiority, over her long turquoise blouse and striped turquoise and blue skirt, and she sees me fall, my newspaper blowing away in the wind.  I spring to my feet and chase after it, muttering “shit”.

 

“Watch your mouth, brat!”  She squats and slaps me harder than I’ve ever been slapped and I yelp, stunned and off balance, something plinks on the ground.  I open my tear-and-phosphene-clouded eyes to watch her quickly scanning the area, then her massive hand grabs my blouse, she opens the car door and hurls me inside.  I catch myself before my head hits the armrest in the backseat, then I’m pulled to the floor as she depresses the lever and I’m falling down into the backseat’s hidden compartment.  My kidnapping has taken all of three seconds, and my heart is pounding.  I’ve never met an amazon who was so rough.  She bends down

 

“I can tell you’re sick.  This is for your own good.  But make a sound, and I’ll gut you, you little beast.  You’ve got a chance to become a good girl.  Don’t mess it up.”  The lid is slammed and so is the door.  I can’t hear much, but soon the car is shaking as the engine is ignited.  Then there’s a hissing as something wet and cold fills the air and I’m out

 

 The ground is cold and rough.  Concrete.  I try to sit up and I’m dizzy, but I manage to get my hands under me and turn onto my knees.  It’s dark, but a night light in the shape of a rose lets me see a bit.  I realize I’ve wet myself in my sleep, my skirt is soaked and reeking as if I’ve had asparagus, and I shiver and try not to feel ashamed.  I knew this was going to happen.  I look around the room- bare concrete, no furniture, and a massive metal door 10 feet high, with a smaller one about 3 feet high that has a topside hinge like a pet door.  My bag isn’t with me, and the capsule is gone from my mouth.  

 

I check my wrist- the watch is gone, too.  I’ve got no way to contact my extraction team.  

 

My hands spring to my neck to see if my kerchief is still there.  It is, thankfully.  I don’t know if the mic will carry all the way back home, but I’ll try.  I mutter

 

“Well, bag, shoes,and  watch gone, they’ve not updated their technique much I suppose.”  If Konrad or anyone else from the Stasi is listening, they’ll know I don’t have my transmitters.  That’s fine though- those were only plan B.  They’ll be here to get me after the procedure is done.  

 

The metal door opens.  A cadaverously thin amazon nurse is standing there- she looks down at me in a businesslike fashion through her horn glasses.  

 

“Good, you’re awake.  Welcome to the Federal Republic.  I’m Fraulein Brieden.  Can you take off your clothes for me?”  I slowly, deliberately sit down, and look up at her.

 

“That won’t help.  Besides, I know you’ve wet, and the sleepytime gas tends to make baby pee smell icky.  Now you can be as stubborn as you want here, but it’s going to be cold here, 12 degrees celsius all night, and i thought you’d be much happier in a crib and a nice thick diaper.  This will be one of the last choices you’ll ever make, so let’s make the right one, ok, little girl?”

 

I stand, and begin stripping my clothes off, trying to keep the pee from my face.  I don’t break eye contact with the guard.  Scary as this is, I’m only playing for time, and there’s no sense getting smacked again now.  All I need to do is wait.  So my blouse, bra, and skirt come off, and I slip my wet panties down and step out of them- why are my hands shaking?  I’ve been put into baby clothes by amazons before.  But this is my first time on capitalist soil.  Or concrete, rather.  I use my blouse to wipe my midsection and legs of the pee, and stand with one hand over my vulva, and the other arm wrapped around my small breasts.  Frau Brieden shakes her head.

 

“Babies don’t worry about being naked.  Now come on, let’s go get you ready for the night.  I’ve got other babies to take care of.  Will you be good for me?”  She turns and closes the metal door with a clang.  I hear a bar sliding, and the small door swings free.  It’s too low for me to walk through bent over.  Obviously, I’m going to be made to crawl out of the cell.  I lower myself to the floor, and slowly crawl to the door, and push through it.  The hallway is at least well lit, and has wooden floors rather than rough concrete.  I move to stand up as soon as I’ve crawled through the swinging door, but a ruler smacks my hand faster than I thought possible!  Brieden looks down at me as tears cover my face.

 

“Hands and knees are best for babies.  Now, I’ll walk slowly enough for a little to follow, but we need to go get you prepped.  Come along.”  She pushes her platinum hair back under her nurse’s bonnet and starts stepping slowly but deliberately towards the door.  I quickly look behind, and see more locking doors and a barred window at the end, 8 feet off the floor.  This seems to be a basement, and there’s no way out in sight.  I quickly start crawling, and it’s tiring.  My knees are starting to drag the floor and my hands have to smack it to pull myself forward fast enough to keep up.  A heavy metal grate, almost a portcullis clangs shut behind us as we leave the cell block.  Now there are stairs ahead of us and I’m beginning to pant.  Oh, Marx, the stairs.  They seem endless, and each is 2 feet tall, at least.  There’s no way I’m crawling up these. 

 

Fortunately, my captor seems to agree, and scoops me up before climbing them with surprising dexterity.  She seems to be wearing multiple layers of a floor-length dress- rather like a nurse’s uniform from the war, but longer- but she has us up them and into a large, pink bathroom before I get my ears unpopped.

 

“Now we’ll get you all clean for the night, you dirty little!”  She lays me in a giant, amazon-sized sink, and starts hosing me with a spray nozzle.  The water is icy, and I squeak.  Her hands feel like bones being scraped over my skin.  A soapy washcloth is scrubbed over my face before the lather is sprayed off in a freezing gout from the nozzle.  I feel my throat shaking into cries as I try to cover my private parts but my hands are yanked up, my face is slapped, and the freezing water and soap is forced in.  The bony fingers push inside me, my skin feels like it’s ripping as she yanks her hand back out.

 

“So you really have been a dirty little!  Not to worry, we specialize in making good girls out of whores like you.  Now let’s rinse off, then if you ask nicely you’ll get some lovely pjs.”  The icy blast takes some skin with the soap, and Frau Brieden pulls me out of the sink and into a massive, threadbare towel.  After the bath I’m sure I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing me cry.  I stick out my arms as she pulls them, but keep my hands loosely balled to protect my fingers.  I’m bundled into the towel as she strides past some closets towards the opposite end of the room from the way we came in.  

 

I briefly register the spread of pink carpeting, the changing tables, and the other littles bound to them and the overhead lamps before I’m dropped on one of the tables, and restrained by my hands and chest.  The leather straps stick to my skin.  Fraulein Brieden tests how tightly she’s pulled my straps, and turns to leave.

 

“Stay quiet until another nursemaid comes.  If you speak you will be punished.” She glides away like smoke from an IG Farben chimney.  I manage to look around, and the scale of this operation is frightening.  From the pink, I’m pretty sure this is for girls only, and there are 30 changing tables here, arrayed in neat lines.  I count at least 8 other women here, some of whom are face-down with bright-red bottoms, others with massive pacifiers locked to their mouths.  I try to relax and observe, but it’s hard to stop twitching at every sudden noise.  Most of us are crying.  Other nursemaids come in at least once a minute to take a woman into the next room or bring one from the basement.  Sometimes the nurse speaks before taking the prisoner, something like “Wave bye-bye to your little friends, they’ll see you soon!”  or “Come here, let’s see how sensible you can be, hmm?”  I almost don’t notice one coming to me.  She’s short as amazons go, only 10 feet or so, and her brown and blonde hair cascades from under her bonnet.  Her blue eyes and small, delicate mouth seem to light up when she sees me, and she reaches to me.

 

“Hey there!  I know this has been really scary, huh?”  I can’t really answer.  She keeps talking to me.

 

“It’s ok to be a shy baby right now, that’s good!  I’m Mademoiselle Elaine.  Now those are goosebumps on your little arms, so let’s go get you dressed.  I know you’re scared, but everything is going to be fine!”  

 

I’m pretty much limp at this point, but not actively resisting as she scoops me into her arms.  She grins down at me, and i flinch, but there’s nowhere to flinch to, nowhere except her white apron, so I try to stay alert.

 

“That’s a good girl.  Babies should be a bit curious.  Here’s the clinic’s Armoir room.  Can you say “Armoir”?  It’s a word from Gaul, like Mademoiselle Elaine.  Armoires hold all sorts of cute clothes for little princesses like you!”  At this I have to say something.

“Thanks, you seem nice and everything, but I’m not a princess.  I’m a worker, just like you, except I make my wages from baking, not from humiliating prisoners.”  A tear glistens in her eye.

 

“I can’t believe they make babies work over there.  You poor thing, I bet you’ve been burned so many times working like that!  I’m sure your new mommy will love to play bake with you, but you’ll never have to work again.  Just be cute and be loved.  It’ll be fine.”

 

“I was fine where I was!”  -what am I doing?  I don’t want to be punished again.  Mademoiselle Elaine sighs and pulls out a pacifier.

 

“The locking ones really hurt, so I don’t want to use them, but I think you need to be quiet for the moment.  If you don’t suck on this one nicely, we may have to get you a locking one.  Open up.”  I quickly comply.  It’s not nearly as oversized as the locking ones, and I can suck it quite readily.  I blush, not only at sucking a pacifier, but at realizing that after all the times I’ve been captured, I’ve developed a reflex to do so.

 

Mademoiselle Elaine sets me down on a carpet next to the Armoire.  She opens it, pulling out a hugely thick pink plastic diaper, and a pink jumpsuit with padded mittens over the hands.

 

“You’re free now, babygirl.  You’re in the golden west!  You’ve made it!  Everything is going to be all right now.  It’s going to be hard to adjust, I know, but I’ll help you through it, and so will all the other nursemaids, in their way.  Not all of them were trained in Gaul, so they may not be as sweet, beautiful, and proper as I am, but they will all help you.  And Dr. Schenk will make sure you’re the healthiest, happiest little in the whole BRD before you get sent home!  He’s helping so many littles he’s had to hire twenty new nursemaids for this clinic, just for all of you!”  She pauses and looks at my sullen expression.

 

“I’ll go easy on you tonight.  You’re supposed to ask for your first diaper, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.  So I’ll just get you ready, and you can keep on sulking if you feel you need to.  Once you’re dressed, one of the other nurses can get you something to eat.  I’ll make sure to see you tomorrow, and I hope you’ll be a bit more cheerful then, ok baby?”  She beeps my nose, and says “lie down for Miss Elaine now.”  Obediently I lie on my back, and she lifts my legs and slides the diaper under me.  This has happened before, but I’ve always either been unconscious or struggled a bit, but I’m trying not to antagonize her, I need time, not more bruises.  I feel the soft warm paper-plastic cushion squish down under me.  Then comes the powder- oh Lenin, there’s so much powder it’s all I can smell.  

 

She reaches for my middle, and gently starts rubbing.  That’s a new one, and I whimper.

 

“Shhhhh, i know, you’re used to trying to be a big girl, but babies can be touched there by their nursemaids, mommies and daddies.  Let’s just get this all nice and rubbed in- she pats my bottom- and then poof!  You’ll be all safe and comfy in your diaper!”  She pulls the front up, and her fingers tape it securely.  I feel them stroking my hips, adjusting here, pulling there, and it’s so scary, every touch makes the whole diaper move just the tiniest bit.  Elaine sees that I’m twitching and she looks at me with… Is that concern?

 

“Oh you’ve got it bad, don’t you?  I’m so sorry, maturosis is so hard to deal with; you’re all afraid to be the baby you are…  Maybe I was a bit rough on you this time, huh?  Well, don’t worry, the doctor is going to make you all better!”

 

Sweet Stalin’s mustache, how can something so degrading sound like she means every word?  This woman genuinely thinks this is best, and thinks she’s caring for me.  I have no idea what to say to this, and she picks me up, gently pressing me into her bosom, the way Konrad does when one of us is worried.  Almost by instinct I put out my arms and find myself clinging- chills run down my spine: what is wrong with me?!- and i put them down again, horrified.

 

Elaine smiles at me.

 

“Thank you for hugging Mademoiselle Elaine, my little angel.  Now let’s get you in your pjs before your bottle!”  One leg after another is slipped into the jumpsuit, then my fingers are swallowed up by the padded mittens.  She reaches down to my pubis, now sealed within a puffy, pink bubble of a diaper, and slowly zips me up.

 

“There!  All comfy for your first night!”  She tickles me and I squirm.  Her hand comes up and takes my pacifier out.

 

“Do you have any questions?”  She strokes my face, and I blush.  I’m not used to captors being quite this… convinced.  Or convincing, for that matter.

 

“What’s the doctor going to do?”  I ask, trying to sound scared.  It’s not hard.

 

“Oh, are you scared of needles?  Don’t worry, I’ll be there to hold your hand for every shot you have to get.  But really the doctor wants to study you to find out the exact way to treat your maturosis.  See, every little is a tiniest bit different than every other little.  Some of you have lovely black hair, others have perfect golden hair, some have brains that go…  This way!”  She drags her fingers through my hair.

 

“And some go That Way!”  She brings it back.  

 

“Dr. Schenk needs to figure out exactly what kind of little you are so he can help you get rid of those nasty worries.  That’s why we’ve brought you here first instead of sending you right to a mommy and daddy.  You’re going to spend a few days here learning how to be a good babygirl, while the doctor studies you.  We’ll make sure you’re all ready for your new life!  There are so many amazon mommies and daddies who want to own a little, and we’re going to make sure you’re the very best for them!”  Even knowing what I would hear, hearing it from someone so happy about it was kind of chilling.  But there was still a lot I didn’t know.  I decided to ask in a more ‘age appropriate” way.

 

“Miss Elaine, how many other littles are here?  Will I have a chance to play with them?”

 

“Oh my little dear, of course you will.  You’ll be in classes with them all week, won’t that be fun?  There will be some playtimes there.  I can’t wait to see you in your school clothes; you’ll be so very cute!  And there are dozens.  47 baby boys and girls all starting their new journeys together, right here in this clinic!”  47 people about to be mutilated and sold as living toys.  Well, that’s good to know, with only 20 new nurses, plus the old doctor himself, we might have a shot at breaking out if it comes to that.  I haven’t seen any security personnel yet, but I also haven’t seen outside.  

 

That’s another problem- I wasn’t expecting to be held a week before the procedure is performed.  What if the team rescues me first?  I’ll have to check the building for my hedgehog, unless we’ve already penetrated this lab and bugged it.  Not likely though.

 

“Miss Elaine, I had a hedgie when I was captured…  Is he here somewhere?”

 

“He’s already waiting in your crib for you.  Dr. Schenk is very pleased to hear that you had a stuffed animal on you.  He says it’s a sign you’ll make progress quickly!  Now come along- we’ve got to get you to the kitchen for dinner.  Then Miss Elaine has to go bye-bye, but I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

Chapter 6:  The First Night

 

Mademoiselle Elaine carried me out of the dressing room and across the hall into a dining room.  I expected it would be high chairs, and I wasn’t wrong.  6 large round tables with high chairs around each one.  Most already have littles in them.  Some look drowsy, some are weeping silently, some are shaking with what looks like fury.  Bright red patches on their faces show that they’ve been convinced to be quiet.  Miss Elaine approaches one of the vacant chairs and dangles me-

 

“Zoooooom!  Coming in to land- touchdown!  Oh my goodness, is that a,  IT IS a CUTE LITTLE!  All safe here in the West!”  She begins strapping me in.  I’m bright red at this point and I just try to hide my face behind my mittened hands.  As my chest is strapped in, she gently fastens the buckles around my legs.  She gently takes my hands and pulls them down.

 

“Shhh, Shy baby, it’s ok, but the rules say your hands need to be restrained unless you earn enough princess points.  If you behave well, you might be allowed to use your hands in a few days.  

 

My hands are strapped to the chair, and I’ve got no choice but to sit and wait.  Elaine pats my head, and then walks off towards a lift.  Some other nursemaids join her.  She turns, and blows a kiss to me.  

 

Why am I still blushing?

 

A cart with a big pot of what looks like oatmeal and smells worse is wheeled out of the lift, and the Nursemaids whose shift has ended file around it, enter the lift, and are gone. Fraulein Breeden and a few others came to our table.  I try to make eye contact with the nearby prisoners.  All women at this table.  And I’m not the smallest.  At 5’6” I shouldn’t attract too much attention- a lot of amazons fixate on particularly small littles.  We’re all in the blasted pink sleepers, hard to infer much about a person’s background from that.  

 

Breeden stops and looks at us, considering.  

 

“Well, Fraulein Meyer, let’s see.  Which of them look mature enough for solid food, and which need bottles?”.  Her coworker giggles.

 

“I don’t know if we should trust them.  We know quite a few of them have been dirty little whores; clearly we can’t let them make decisions or else they’ll turn this clinic into a house of ill repute!  I say we bottlefeed them all.  Unless any of them want to beg for oatmeal?”  The noxious smell of nestle formula fills the air, and I feel like I’ve stuck my face over a vat of burning plastic.  Yes, compared to that, oatmeal is manageable.  

 

I risk making eye contact with Meyer and nodding.  She grins.

 

“Fraulein Breeden, this one seems to think she’s ready for solid food.  Should we see if she can ask sweetly enough?”

 

“Oh yes, Fraulein Meyer, let’s see how the little beast does.”  Meyer pulls out my pacifier.  

“Go on, beg for your oatmeal like a good girl.”  I’m starting to think this was a mistake, but I’m committed now.

 

“Please may I have oatmeal for dinner?”  The two amazon women laugh.

 

“Did you hear her trying to sound like a big girl?  She definitely needs to work on using an age appropriate voice, but she asked.  Let’s give her some!”  Meyer is slapping her knee, but Breeden stops laughing.  She smiles silently

 

“Yes.  Let’s.”  She pulls a glove over her hand, scoops out some oatmeal, and comes for my face.  I twitch but it’s no good.  She deliberately smears it over my whole face, the warm, sticky muck clings and oozes around my nose.  I shut my eyes and exhale sharply, trying to keep my airway clear.  I can feel it clinging to my hair and sticking.  The smell of overcooked oats is overpowering.

“It looks like the silly baby girl made a mess and will need to be punished.”  Says Brieden.  “No supper for her.  Let’s get the good girls their dinners.”  They proceed to dish out tiny portions of oatmeal to the other women, then place a bottle on their trays.  Going chair to chair, they carefully spoon the oatmeal into the other littles’ mouths.  The second woman they come to gags but still manages to swallow, and is punished with the rest of her oatmeal being smeared on her face.

 

“There!”  Says Meyer.  “Baby just needed to play with big girl makeup, didn’t she?  Now she feels all better!” she moves onto the next victim.  I see my fellow prisoner start to cry through the goop on our faces.  While Meyer and Breeden move on, feeding each of the other women in turn, I try to smile at her.  She’s a bit taller than I am, and has her hair dyed blue- the sort of punk aesthetic that’s all the rage in the west, but very bold for a little to affect.  I’m not sure she notices me smiling at her.  I make a mental note that I’m going to talk to her the first chance I get.  

 

I think again about the rescue operation being launched tomorrow.  I’ve got to call it off until they actually perform the procedure, which sounds like it will be Saturday.  I’ll need to take some time to use the hedgehog’s transmitter later, that could be difficult.  I’ll need to get everyone else talking, too, before using it.

 

Planning gets me through dinner.  After the oatmeal, Brieden and Meyer pick each prisoner up and bottlefeed her the noxious formula.  Saving me and the other punished prisoner for last, Fraulein Brieden comes with a wet washcloth and roughly scrapes my face with it.  It’s still sticky and smelly, but at least my eyes are clear now.  One by one, we’re unbuckled from our chairs and carried back out the doors we came in.  When it’s my turn, Fraulein Brieden stares at me.  Her eyes seem empty, which is somehow even scarier than when she was hitting me or laughing.  

 

She unbuckles me roughly and yanks me to her hip.

 

“I’d make you crawl but I bet you’re used to doing things on your knees, you little slut.”

 

“That’s Commie slut, you fascist gorgon.”  I say in my sweetest voice possible.  The slap has barely left one cheek when the other one is smacked bright red.  She speeds over to a sink, squirts some toothpaste onto a brush, and starts jabbing it into my mouth.  I try to reach for it, but my hands are in the thick, fuzzy balls at the ends of the sleeves.  Oh, right.  Brieden gets bored, and lets me spit, then whisks me into a massive room filled with cribs.  She drops me into one and I just barely manage to keep my head from striking the bars.  Fortunately, my hedgehog is there.  Nurse Brieden drops a large bottle of water into the crib, and slams the bars shut.  

 

“That bottle had better be empty by morning.  We can’t have babies waking up with dry diapers!”  And she flounces away.

 

Cribs for holding littles have to hold anyone from 1 to 2.5 meters, so I’ve got plenty of room in here.  I quickly crawl over to my hedgehog, and start squeezing it as best I can through my mittens.  I feel the hard lump of the transmitter.  Time to send my message.

 

“Well, 6 days of this.  The doctor’s not coming tonight.  They say there will be “classes” all week before the doctor visits.  I’m glad you’re with me.” I hug the hedgehog.  Hmmm, I should probably name him, for appearance’s sake if nothing else.

 

“Fiete, i hope we can make some friends.”  I look around.  Most of the other women seem to have been given bears, though a few have more unusual stuffies.  Maybe they were caught with them the way I was.  

 

It might be worth the risk to talk.  No one has told us not to.  So I put on a cheerful little voice and call out to the larger girl with the blue hair, who’s just across from me.

 

“Hi!  I’m Melanie!  This is Fiete!  Where are you from?  Do you speak German?  I like your hair!”

 

The prisoner looks surprised.  I wink at her while holding Fiete up to the bars.  She seems to understand, and waves to me.

 

“Hi, Melanie! I’m Anja.  I’m from Saarbridge!  Yes I speak German!  Where are you from?”

 

“Berlin!  I’ve always hoped that the Saar would flow free one day.  When it does I’d like to see it!”

 

“Flow free?  You mean you’re...”

 

“From the east, Silly!”  As we’ve started talking, other conversations sprang up.  A thought comes to me, and I ask Anja.

 

“Do you want to sing a song?  Do you know Peat Bog Soldiers?  It’s been sung by a lot of western students lately, and that nice Mr. Hannes Wader.”

 

Anja smiles at this.

 

“You really are a little ossi!  Well, wel-welcome to the we-west!”  Her voice is trembling.  I blow her a kiss.  

 

“Hey, if you’re crying, Fiete is going to want to come over there and hug you, and he’s got spikes, so you’d best convince him you’re feeling ok.  How’d you end up here anyway?  I thought all western littles WANTed to be adopted?”  I make sure to put plenty of cheek into my voice.

“Oh yes, of course, all any of us want, that’s why they have to work so hard to get us!”  Anja winked at me.

 

“I got in trouble because-” she glances around, to make sure the room is filling up with chatter, takes a deep breath, and looks down.

 

“Because my boyfriend and I… I got pregnant, and I wasn’t ready to have a baby.  It’s not like where you’re from, where you can choose.  Here, you have to have the baby, or else an amazon priest gets to sentence you to penance.  They caught me, so the priest fucked me and sent me here.  Bastard took my piercings too.”  At this I find myself clenching my fists.

 

“Anja, things will be ok.  Pioneer’s honor.  Fiete is going to help us.”  I’m almost choking on my fury, but I want to keep this girl calm, and make sure she doesn’t give up.

 

“So, what was that song you wanted?”  She manages a weak smile, and I pull myself together as best I can- I can already feel the dried oatmeal pulling my hair, but I am ready to sing with my new comrade.

 

Far and wide as the eye can wander,

Heath and Bog are Everywhere.

Not a bird sings out to cheer us.

Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.

 

We are the peat bog soldiers,

Marching with our spades to the bog

We are the peat bog soldiers,

Marching with our spades to the bog.

Up and down the guards are pacing,

No one, no one can get through.

Flight would mean a sure death facing,

Guns and barbed wire block our view.

We are the peat bog soldiers,

Marching with our spades to the bog

We are the peat bog soldiers,

Marching with our spades to the bog.

But for us there is no complaining,

Winter will in time be spent.

One day we shall rise rejoicing.

Homeland, dear, you're mine again!

Then will the Peat-bog soldiers

March NO MORE with our spades

To the bog

Then will the Peat-bog soldiers

March NO MORE with our spades

To the bog”

 

By the final chorus, other conversations have trailed off.  I hear other voices joining in, some in German, some in some romance language, maybe Catalonese, maybe Wallachian…

 

Then a voice cuts in.

 

“Singing time is over, children.  Go to sleep and drink your bottles.  If we have to come in, everyone is getting locking pacifiers tonight.  Lights out, and happy wetting!”  The room goes dark.  I wait for my eyes to adjust, and wave at Anja.

 

I’ve told my friends when to find me.  I hope they’ve heard enough of what’s happened to know they’ll need more cars.  I do not want to leave Anja behind.

[Moon3ye]

Well let's see if she will survive the week without problems.

Don't they already have hypnosis.

That is really well done.

I'm curious about the rest.

[Genossin]

1 hour ago, Moon3ye said:

Well let's see if she will survive the week without problems.

Don't they already have hypnosis.

That is really well done.

I'm curious about the rest.

Don't they indeed?  Hmmmm -rubs hands in evil, evil glee.  Thank you for calling attention to the dramatic irony possible in a prequel format

[Genossin]

Chapter 7:  Headquarters

 

Konrad

 

The last 9 hours have been the hardest I can remember.  It took everything I had not to charge in as Melanie was taken by that monster of a secretary.  It’s hard to believe that people think that’s how to treat littles, let alone actual children!  But the plan looks to have worked.  Our agents confirmed that Melanie was taken to a Green Valley lab in Hamburg, and arrived by 14:10.  The extraction team should be ready to go tonight.  I know Major Winter will be commanding the unit.  We trained together in the 60s, and then he went undercover in the west.  He’s helped us extract two operatives before this, all while holding onto a middle-management job with the Federal Railway.  

 

I wish I knew more about the building, I wish I knew who all was on Winter’s team, and above all I wish I was going with them.  Based on what we know of western practices, they should do whatever they’re going to do to Melanie within a few hours, and immediately begin placement proceedings.  We know that captured littles are usually placed within a day, or sent to the nursery or church they’ll be sold from even quicker, and we need to move fast before we lose track of Melanie.

 

Listen to me.  I’m going over the plan that’s in motion as I think.  It’ll be fine, it has to be.

 

The thing is, even if the plan succeeds, Melanie will need a lot of help just with daily tasks of living, let alone recovering from whatever they do to her.  I know how my mother would freeze at every knock on the door for the rest of her life, and she never actually experienced getting caught.

 

I became a Grenzer to protect people.  And to never have to hide again.  Each day I walk my post, staring down the fascists, telling them “never again” with every click of my boots and turn of my head.  Working with Melanie has actually made me enjoy my job- we’re catching so many traitors and spies together that I can actually feel like we’re winning.  This playful little baker who toured our post with her little pioneer troop has brought so much happiness into my life.  There don’t seem to be a great many littles who are fully comfortable socializing with amazons, and who can blame them?  They’ve had less than 30 years of freedom, and even here they’re in some danger of being snatched away to the west.

 

But once she’d toured our post, Melanie started showing up several times a week with Lebkuchen, berry pies, fruitcakes, once even a bunch of mini souffles.  We had gotten to talking, and she’d quickly volunteered to do anything to help us catch more kidnappers.  Within a month she was working with us as bait, and we were really making a dent in the number of predatory amazons.  Within two months, she’d helped us so much that we were able to get her to the top of the waiting list for her own apartment, and she and I started spending a lot of time together.

 

I’d asked Melanie about it, about why she trusted me so quickly, but she only blushed and said it just felt right.

 

I know Melanie is a grown woman, a good socialist, and a skilled worker, but somehow I just feel… Protective of her.  I suppose it’s natural- she barely comes up to my hip- but I think there’s more than that.  Maybe it’s just that I know better than most what will happen to her if we fail?  I’ve lost sleep more than once because I can’t stop thinking of all the unlikely ways she might get hurt.  And some of the likelier ones too.  And yet just being around her relaxes me, watching her do perfectly normal things- eating, reading, climbing massively oversized stairs…  It makes me feel as proud as when we catch a suspect.  And that makes no sense- she’s a person, just like me.  She doesn’t need to be patted on the head just for living a normal, independent life.  

 

I’ve never thought of adopting a little- it’s not exactly the legal default here, even though a large number of littles do live with amazons who care for them.  But that’s generally seen as a transitional state, something that will wither away as we make our community more accessible, more inclusive, and more secure for everyone.  

 

So why do I feel so special when I get to pick her up?  

 

Work was straightforward today.  No surprises- though we were informed that our border regiment is being honored as Outstanding Role-Models for young pioneers, and that the Education Minister will visit tomorrow.   I’m sure I’ll be feeling much better then; we’ll have confirmation that Winter and the rest of the team have Melanie, and we’ll be starting her treatment.  Maybe I’ll get a chance to ask her about the chance for helping western littles adapt to free lives here.  If I know Melanie, she’ll view each of the other prisoners as a personal failure.  Poor girl never stops.

 

And I never stop thinking about her, apparently.  

 

I realize the sun is coming up.  I’ve not slept at all.  I quickly shave and put on a clean uniform, and report to my post.

 

We stand in parade ground formation as the minister arrives; her distinctive purple-dyed hair gleams in the sun, and she is flanked by delegates from the Free Youth, the Young Pioneers, and the Little Pioneers.  The children bear flowers and the little delegate looks on fondly.  I’m not actually listening too closely to the speeches, and realize that I’ve begun moving towards the reception with the rest of the officers.

There’s real coffee at the reception, which helps me start coming back to myself.  The minister comes up to me.

 

“Excuse me, Comrade Captain, but you’re Konrad Wolf, correct?”  

 

“Yes, Comrade Minister, though not the famous one!  I’m honored you’ve decorated our regiment, though.”  She smiles.

 

“This regiment has distinguished itself- by showing what results can be achieved when littles and amazons work side by side, and you’ve been a real Stakhanovite in showing what’s possible.  If every amazon child sees the way your regiment treats littles, I’m sure it’ll lead us to a more socialist future.”

 

“Thank you, Ma’am…  Comrade Minister.  There is something I wanted to ask- the west is stepping up their traffic in littles, and so many are being held against their will, and incapacitated to boot.  Do you think your ministry would be able to launch a rehabilitation program for emancipated littles?  I know I’d feel a lot better if the ones that slip by us still have a chance to recover.”

 

The minister’s smile falters at this.

 

“Yes, so many groups, so many nationalities, so many peoples are oppressed in the west, yours are, General Mahlsdorf’s are, and of course the little folk are.  The sad truth is that very few of the ones you describe are going to be able to make it here to the east.  And with the embargoes and littles classified as vital goods, well the international framework isn’t with us yet.  To say nothing of the technological and pedagogical investments it would take to rehabilitate someone who’s been kept on those drugs for years.  I can promise that the Party and my ministry will do what we can.  In any case, with enough determination, recovery should be possible in most cases.”

 

I know she’s trying to help, but it sounds inadequate.  I can’t really blame her- her ministry has a lot to do without having to expand into recovery programs, and the health ministry would need to be involved too.  

 

“I’m sure we all will.  Thank you again for your visit and kind words, Comrade Minister.”  I salute, and head over to the buffet table.

 

I see a dish of Spreewald pickles.  Suddenly my appetite is gone.

 

I’m feeling so anxious that it’s hardly surprising when General Mahlsdorf makes an appearance, and beckons me over.

 

“Captain, I’m sorry to report that there’s been a problem.  Winter is dead and the rest of the team was caught. They didn't get her out.”

[Moon3ye]

Oh shit Oh shit. 

This is not good. Whether they have found the device in the plush toy and about it the spies could find.

But hopefully those won't have been the only spies there, shouldn't they technically the Stasi was so good that they would have had spies even in the facility.

I am really curious how it continues.

[Genossin]

6 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Oh shit Oh shit. 

This is not good. Whether they have found the device in the plush toy and about it the spies could find.

But hopefully those won't have been the only spies there, shouldn't they technically the Stasi was so good that they would have had spies even in the facility.

I am really curious how it continues.

You're quickly becoming my favorite person to worry  

 

Theoretically there's a good chance, but remember they didn't have intel on exactly what the treatment is, AND a good number of the hired nurses are from abroad...

[Moon3ye]

7 minutes ago, Genossin said:

Theoretically there's a good chance, but remember they didn't have intel on exactly what the treatment is, AND a good number of the hired nurses are from abroad...

I am aware of that, of course.

I was also talking about the real imagination.

They even had their spies at the Chancellor of the FRG, which is why Willy Brandt had to resign at the time.

That this is not possible here for story technical reasons I am fully aware.

[Genossin]

1 minute ago, Moon3ye said:

I am aware of that, of course.

I was also talking about the real imagination.

They even had their spies at the Chancellor of the FRG, which is why Willy Brandt had to resign at the time.

That this is not possible here for story technical reasons I am fully aware.

RIP Willy Brandt, last good Kanzler. 

 

In any case, i do welcome suggestions.  It's also possible that after completing this, I pad parts of it out with additional chapters.  At the moment I'm trying to alternate one chapter of fetishist excitement, one chapter of exposition, usw.  But extra chapters about the western network of friendly amazons working with the Stasi would be interesting, to you and me if to no one else

 

I decided to include a scene with the Minister for Education after she was so unjustly slandered earlier in this thread.

9 minutes ago, Moon3ye said:

I am aware of that, of course.

I was also talking about the real imagination.

They even had their spies at the Chancellor of the FRG, which is why Willy Brandt had to resign at the time.

That this is not possible here for story technical reasons I am fully aware.

@Moon3yewhat did you think of a chapter from Konrad's perspective?

[Moon3ye]

1 hour ago, Genossin said:

I decided to include a scene with the Minister for Education after she was so unjustly slandered earlier in this thread.

@Moon3yewhat did you think of a chapter from Konrad's perspective?

Well, you have to admit that Margot Honecker was not the nicest woman, and that's still nice to say, and if it interests you once then deal with the "Jugendwerkhöfen of the GDR" where difficult to educate children and young people have come there. 

The chapter with Konrad I found good he is a good man who I believe his actions out of conviction and who only wants to do the right thing, at least from his point of view.

[Genossin]

6 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Well, you have to admit that Margot Honecker was not the nicest woman, and that's still nice to say, and if it interests you once then deal with the "Jugendwerkhöfen of the GDR" where difficult to educate children and young people have come there. 

The chapter with Konrad I found good he is a good man who I believe his actions out of conviction and who only wants to do the right thing, at least from his point of view.

Perhaps it's hard to understand from an American perspective, because sure the DDR had prisons, and used prison labor, but they did it so much less than the US does.  Even at its height, the prison population per capita was barely half what we have now, so it still looks like a successful decarceration model. 

 

Anyway, back to the story.  I'm going to expand to at least one additional chapter, and I'll be very interested in whether you think this one or the next one should go first, i.e. which should be 7 and which should be 8

[Moon3ye]

8 hours ago, Genossin said:

Anyway, back to the story.  I'm going to expand to at least one additional chapter, and I'll be very interested in whether you think this one or the next one should go first, i.e. which should be 7 and which should be 8

You in what order your chapters come you must decide. I will read them all.

[Genossin]

Chapter 8: Green Valley

Melanie

 

Sleep isn’t coming easily.  I know what they expect of me, and I’m suckling at the bottle.  For all the times I’ve been captured, I’ve never had to do this before, so it’s slow going, and I keep having to burp.  At least I’m used to having to pee in a diaper, so I manage to wet gradually, and not leak.  

 

I can hear Anja crying next to me, and I risk sitting up, and crawling to the bars.  It’s a bit awkward, because my diaper is already puffing out, but I manage.  I stick my hand through and touch the foot of her sleeper.

 

“Hey” I whisper.  I feel my hand getting touched in return- she’s turned around.

“We’re going to be ok.  But we need to do our best not to get in any more trouble, all right?  I don’t know what all they’ll do to us if we attract more attention, but I’ll be right here.  What’s wrong?  You know, specifically.”  

 

This gets a small snort of laughter out of her.  Well, that’s good at least.

 

“I need to pee, and I just can’t do it in my pants.”

 

“Well, there’s your problem, An.  We’re both in diapers, not pants, so go right ahead.  I find it’s easier if I’m lying on my back, you can bend your legs like you’re squatting if you need to.  I promise, it won’t feel too bad, trust me, I’ve already done it.”  She stares at me.

 

“How can you be so calm?  They’re going to keep doing these things to us for the rest of our lives!  It’s all gone, our friends, our jobs, our art, my dogs…”

 

“Anja, I promise we’re going to get out of here.  I’ve actually been adopted before but my… My daddy has always gotten me out.  Well, he’s my friend, and he’s an amazon, so he’s kind of like my daddy I guess.  Last time they put me in this really frilly dress that locked in the back and I could barely walk, but he got me out of the car hold and it was fine.”  I can tell she’s quieting down, but she’s shaking more.

 

“We’re…” she trails off.  “We’re not going to be sold together, are we?  At the end of the week, this will be over and we’ll never see each other again.  We probably won’t be allowed to talk at all!”  I really don’t want her to get in trouble, so I try to calm her down.

 

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” I hiss gently.  “Sleep right now.  I know this is scary, but we’ll try to act cute together so they put us together more often.  But we’re not going to be sold at all if my friends have anything to say about it.  Now shhhhhhhh.” I push against Anja’s hand with my own- both are so padded in thick pink fuzz that I can’t feel anything but the pressure through the mitt.

 

She stiffens, and I can tell she’s wet her diaper, and i smile at her.

 

“Now, let’s try to get some sleep so we’re ready for tomorrow”

 

Anja settles down, and I lay my head down.  I do want to sleep, but it’s hard to relax surrounded by bars.  I suck the bottle absently, trying to quiet my mind.  I can hear weeping from other parts of the room.  Seems like the crib to my other side is empty for now.

 

This of course leads to the chilling realization that this place is designed to operate at higher capacity, hell, it probably has had more inmates before us.  This great big living doll factory has probably taken so many people away from their lives.  And it will keep doing so!

 

But we’re still here.  They’re not going to make me into anything other than a Little Pioneer in my heart and my mind.  If General Mahlsdorf could survive a death camp, I’ll survive this place.

 

I realize I’ve drifted off to sleep when I open my eyes and see light streaming in.  Nursemaids are opening the drapes and bustling about.  My diaper is really full, fuller than I remember it being when I went to sleep- the water must have been drugged.  Oh, well, it’s actually pretty comfortable.  Just a bit chilly and clammy.  My stomach growls- I need to make sure I’m allowed to eat today.

 

The lock on my crib is yanked open and the top is flung wide open.  Mademoiselle Elaine grabs me and pulls me to her chest.

 

“Oh my precious little one, I’m so glad you’re safe!  I know some scary things happened last night, but you’re safe, and I’ll be with you all day!”  She rocks me back and forth, humming as she does so.  Strangely, her pulse is pounding.  I’m a bit confused, but being in her arms is definitely better than getting hit by Fraulein Breeden.  Maybe she’d react well if I seem cheerful?

 

“It wasn’t that bad.  I expect there are lots of mommies who agree with Fraulein Breeden, but I missed you, Mademoiselle Elaine!”  She looks at me, seeming confused.  Then she nods.

 

“Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, I DID want to see how you were doing after your punishment.  I’m sorry, baby.  I was thinking of something else…  Never mind!”  She begins gently stroking my face where Hahn and Breeden hit me, and her fingers move to my hair.

 

“Oh you silly baby, you got oatmeal in your hair?  We’ll get you cleaned up all pretty and shiny!  And ooh, these poor bruises, we’ll have to take special care of them, won’t we?”  She kisses my eyelids so gently her lips feel like butterflies.  

 

My stomach gurgles, and I yawn- I’m a bit nervous about voluntarily consuming food here, especially after the drugged water, but starving myself isn’t going to help anything either.

 

“Mademoiselle Elaine, will I get to eat today?”  I look up at her, and realize that my voice has risen in register naturally- I wasn’t even thinking of trying to sound more childlike.  Well, that’s troubling.

 

“Oh you silly thing, of course you will!  You don’t think you’ll be sent to bed without supper, do you?”  She starts walking us towards the bathroom.

 

“Well, I was last night.  Fraulein Breeden thought it would be better training if I just had oatmeal smeared on my face.”  This makes her stop, and she holds me in front of her.

 

“Did that really happen?  I know this is scary, but if you’re sent to bed without supper, it’s supposed to be in your file, and follow a lot of warnings and lesser corrections.  There wasn’t anything on your chart this morning.”

 

“Yes, Mademoiselle Elaine, it did happen and I’m pretty hungry.  Anja wasn’t fed either.”

 

“Who’s Anja?  Is that your little friend with the blue hair?  It’s nice to see you getting along so well!  You say she wasn’t fed?  I’ll have to check with her nursemaid.  Fraulein Breeden is still on duty, actually, so we can ask her.  Let’s go to the kitchen!”  And we’re off.  I cling to her shoulder, and she rubs my back as we head for the kitchen.  I see Breeden pouring orange juice into bottles, and she looks up.  Elaine calls to her.

 

“Fraulein Breeden, were all the girls fed last night?  This little one seems awfully hungry!  I think number 23, Anja, is it?- is too!”  Breeden scowls

 

“22’s used to starving, I’m sure- they don’t have any food over there.  And she’s a bad influence on 23.  I hope you won’t make this a political issue, Fraulein Elaine.”

 

“There are rules we need to follow, Fraulein Breeden.  I’m going to put a special note in Anja’s chart to see that everyone has to sign that she’s been fed or tell why she’s not been fed.  I’m sure Fraulein Hilde will understand- she has Anja today, doesn’t she?  As for this little princess, I’m going to feed her myself.  It makes me wish I’d get to adopt her, don’t you feel the same way?”  Elaine switches into a dark,  purposeful monotone and then back to bouncy and cheery so quickly I hardly notice that I’ve gotten goosebumps from her serious voice.  She turns out of the kitchen and finds a rocking chair near the dining area, sitting down and switching me to her lap.

 

“I’m sorry that happened, little 22.  Oh, you know, we’re ordinarily not supposed to use your old names in case your new mommies and daddies decide to change them, but Dr. Schenk says that shouldn’t be much of a problem after our course here, so I do want to know- what’s your name, little one?”

 

“I’m Melanie, Mademoiselle Elaine.  Melanie Tilgner.  I’m a citizen of the German Democratic Republic, I’m a baker, a Little Pioneer, and a good communist.  It would have been very nice to meet you under different circumstances, but thank you for protecting me from Fraulein Breeden.”  I stick out a mittened hand, and she smiles as she takes it.

 

“Goodness, little Melanie, that was a lot of words!  I’m so very glad to meet you, and I hope I can help you feel better about your new future!  Or at least, worry a bit less.  Now, how about some breakfast?”  She unties her apron and fusses with the buttons on her dress, opening a flap over her left breast.  I see it’s a bit wet- she’s lactating!  I’ve heard that some amazons make milk when they spend time around littles, but i’ve never seen it happen until now.  Mademoiselle Elaine gently tips my head towards her breast, as she says

 

“Shhh, babygirl, it’s time to nurse.  It’s easy- just put the nipple at the top of your mouth, and work your jaw until you’ve got a good seal!”

 

I don’t want this, do I?  Why does it seem so… enticing?  I open my mouth and she pulls me to her.  My lips just fasten with her beautiful nipple right where she wants it, and I feel myself begin sucking.  Suddenly I’m not caring about anything else; this tastes so good, so warm, and so perfectly soothing.  I’m being held and fed, and I’m just…  It tastes so sweet,and I feel Eileen’s breast filling my mouth as I gently suckle.

 

As the milk runs out I realize I’ve lost track of the time.  I also realize I’m still sucking even though she’s empty on this side.  My tummy gurgles.  Tummy?  What’s wrong with me?

 

Nurse Eileen puts me over her shoulder and pats me til I burp.  I cling to her while she stands up and walks towards the sinks.

 

“Now we’ll get you all freshened up, and those little teeth brushed, ok?  Today is going to be hard, but I’ll leave some milk in a bottle for you at the end.”

 

“What do you mean, it’s going to be hard, Mademoiselle Elaine?”  She sets me down on the sink, and unzips my pajamas, and then moves onto my diaper, which slaps to the floor.  She boosts me up and into the sink, and fills it with water.  I yelp a bit at the chilly splashes, but Elaine warms it up.  I breathe deeper, and look up at her.  

 

“Why will it be hard?” I ask again.  She sighs.

 

“You’re going to have some lessons today.  Lessons that may be scary, but you’ve got to remember you’re precious!  Nothing will seriously hurt you, and I’m going to stay after my shift today to help put you to bed, ok?  If anything scares you, we’ll talk through it.”  She gently sponges me everywhere, and takes out a razor.

 

“Got to keep your private parts all baby-smooth, don’t we?”  I don’t really feel her gently scraping hair off, I’m just worried about what’s coming next.  What would make an amazon who works in the little trade scared for one of us?  The machine operation won’t be for another five days.  I register that she’s taking extra special care to clean my vulva and groin area.

 

Mademoiselle Elaine- no, just “Elaine”! I don’t need to think of her that way in my head- squeezes my hair and rubs some sort of shampoo into it.

 

“Eyes closed, princess!  Don’t want to get any ouchy shampoo in them!”  I shut my eyes without thinking, and she scrubs my head firmly, then rinses and gently wipes it dry.  

 

“Arms up!”  She calls, and I’m lifted out of the sink and bundled into a towel.  

“Let’s go get you dressed!”  She whisks me to the changing table.  I yawn to pop my ears back as she lays me down, and fastens the straps around my middle.  She smiles sadly as she takes out a thick pink diaper, and lifts my butt up.  Then comes the powder, sprinkled everywhere and rubbed in thoroughly.  Somehow her hands are warm even after drying me off, and I feel myself starting to…  No.  I’m not enjoying this, she just has a way of making people feel safe, that’s all!

 

Elaine beeps my nose with a smile, then releases the straps.

 

“There!  Now you smell all nice and fresh, don’t you?  Now let’s finish getting you dressed!”  Well, that’s it, I’m scooped up again.  At this point I’m really starting to feel more confident when Elaine is carrying me than any other time.  We stop by the dining room, where all the other girls are still in their high chairs.  We see Anja- looks like she’s gotten some toast at least, and I wave to her.  She waves back, and grins, perhaps because I’m topless!  Elaine smiles down at her, and calls out to the nursemaid who’s starting to take her out of the chair.

 

“Hilde, I think 23- little Anja- should be nursed too.  I’ve still got some milk if you don’t want to do it now.  Just bring her to me after I get this little one into her school clothes!”  Hilde grins down at Anja.

 

“Just what a little baby needs to start her day off right!  You be very good for Mademoiselle Elaine after your bath, ok?”  Anja looks nervous but doesn’t protest.  I hope nothing too terrible happened at breakfast while Elaine and I were out of the room.

 

Next it’s back to the dressing room and Mlle Elaine sets me down, crinkling my bottom next to the armoire.  

 

“Time for school, Melanie!”  She opens it and finds a drawer with “22” written on it in block letters.  Guess that’s where they keep things sorted by size- I see a “23” -presumably for Anja- right below my drawer.  The armoire is massive and amazon-sized.  I doubt even two littles could open it working together.  Elaine opens the drawer and takes out long knee socks, a dark blue and green plaid pinafore dress, and some ribbons.  Then comes a little white blouse.  She pulls another bottle of powder out from somewhere, and points at the sky, grinning at me.  I raise my arms, and she dashes powder on my armpits, then pulls the blouse down over my head and arms.  It’s a bit small,like it could be worn as a belly shirt without the dress, but it has a wide, soft, pink-trimmed collar, and looks, well, about like you’d expect.  Then the dress comes on, and Elaine pulls the strings, tightening it around my hips.

 

“You know, Melanie?  You’re a really pretty girl.  Your mommy is just going to love you so much.  It won’t be so bad- and I promise I’m going to make you smile at least once a day for the rest of the week.  You’ve been a very good girl for me, all things considered.”

 

“Thank you, Mlle Elaine.”  and I do smile at her.  I’ve decided I’ll write to her when I get out- maybe she’ll take me more seriously when I’m not in a diaper.  

 

Speaking of which, I do rather have to pee.  Before I can let go though, Mlle Elaine scoops me back up and walks us down the stairs to a room I’ve not seen before.  It’s full of desks with rounded seats tipped back slightly, and with harnesses over the lap area.  Elaine plops me down into one, and straps me in.

 

“I wish I could get a picture of this- it really is your first day of little school, and you’re just so cute!  Are you comfy?  The seats are designed to give you good support, especially when you’ll be in a full diaper.  If you need more cushioning, just go ahead and mess- that’s what good babygirls like best, after all!”  I’m speechless at this, and she passes me a bottle.

 

“Drink up, baby Melanie.  The other children will be here soon, just make yourself all nice and wet while you wait, ok?  I’ve got to go finish feeding your little friend.  Bye bye!”

[Moon3ye]

I am glad to see that it continues. That was an interesting chapter especially the view of the Amazons. I am curious to see how it continues.

[Genossin]

7 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

I am glad to see that it continues. That was an interesting chapter especially the view of the Amazons. I am curious to see how it continues.

Yeah, writing got difficult for a while- also I was traveling and had a car accident (no one was hurt but i was stuck away from home for a week longer than planned), so that kind of occupied my attention for a while.  More than that though, writing this keeps putting me into a very vulnerable headspace and the next chapter is going to be pretty scary, lots of emotional abuse, etc