BB’s Nursery and Day Care Epilogue The Party Part 2B (The return of the Poopie Princess!) Posted 3/3/2024)

[Babypants]

1 hour ago, CCApril said:

would love for it to be KAOS! KAOS vrs Control.  I would need to get a shoe phone in there somewhere. There may be something in the epilogue. A Mr. Gray meets big bad.

Reading this sequence of chapters-- with two bad guys on the loose, known targets, and no increase in security at the facility-- made me wonder if "Mr. Gray" is in fact Larabee, the doofus who became number two at CONTROL  under the Chief.  The other team is so inept that KAOS truly fits the bill.  Now, if Murphy's first name turns out to be Siegfried ... 

[Babypants]

1 hour ago, Babypants said:

I would need to get a shoe phone in there somewhere.

Forgot to ask.

Does BB's have a Cone of Silence?

[CCApril]

1 hour ago, Babypants said:

Does BB's have a Cone of Silence?

Nope. Not even a cone of shame. Becky could have used one but it would not have gone with her poopy princess outfit. Katherine is kind of like agent 99 though.

[CCApril]

(Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay. Summer vacation combined with summer laziness put me far behind my schedule. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.  April)

 

BB’s Nursery and Day Care Chapter 16

Nanny Veronica sat in the waiting room. She still had no word on Nanny Becky. There was so much blood in the Nursery. She wondered how anybody could survive that.

So much was happening right now it was hard for her to focus on one thing. Will Mrs. Nelson wake up? Will Becky live? Will poor Katherine be, ok? Of course, all these questions were just floating on the surface. If she concentrated on the big question, she would be a useless ball of tears. Where is Tommy? Her special Tammi Lee.

She looked up to see a very tired looking doctor enter the waiting room. She stood as he approached and tried to see by his expression if there was good news or bad news. She couldn’t wait for him to speak and blurted out “Is Becky ok? Is she going to make it?”

Jerry looked at the young women. Beautiful, sad, but hopeful. Desperate for good news. Fortunately, he had good news. He took her hand and led her back to couch and sat down with her. He wanted to collapse onto the couch. It was touch and go there for a long time. Her heart stopped twice and didn’t want to start back up the second time. Clearly, she wanted to live. As long as she was willing to fight, so was he.

Jerry said “She is going to be ok. The bullet missed anything vital but there were bone fragments everywhere. The worst were the slivers that ended up near her heart.” He told her near, but the reality was that they had actually stuck into the heart itself. Not all the way through but into the muscle. Removing them caused the heart to convulse and stop. Twice.

Jerry said, “Most of the time we spent rebuilding her rib and her shoulder blade. She will be laid up for a few weeks, but she should make a full recovery.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was heading home but first he wanted to check on the beautiful naked girl. He was sure Doug did a great job, but he did want to check on her. For strictly professional reasons. He continued “She is in recovery and will need to spend the next 12 hours or so in ICU. This is just a standard precaution.” He stood back up and patted the Veronica on the shoulder and said, “She will be alright.”

Veronica watched the doctor start to leave the waiting area and then she leaped to her feet and chased after the doctor. When she reached him, she flung herself at him and gave him a huge tight hug and whispered “Thank You! Thank You, doctor.”

Jerry was a little bit surprised by the sudden hug but not too much. These were the things that helped make the long hours and the years of school worth it. He hugged her back and said, “You are very welcome my dear.” He wiped a small tear from her cheek and said “She is going to be ok, but I’m about asleep on my feet. Go share the good news!” Then he slipped from the hug and headed down the hallway.

Nanny Veronica watched the doctor go and felt the wash of emotions. Happiness that Nanny Becky was alive, guilt for being so mad at her, anger at the scum that shot her. Shot while she was protecting Nanny Katherine. All while Nanny Veronica was sleeping in her bed. It should have been her. Tammi lee was her responsibility. She visibly shook herself, no time for maudlin thoughts. She needed to report back to the Head Mistress.

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Senior Agent Brigger and Nanny Marge toured BB’s and discussed the security issues and what was required to bring the place back into operation. With all the upcoming appointments canceled they were able to send most of the staff home for a few days. The staff that lived on site were put up at a local hotel.

Unfortunately, they had one program baby that they needed to take care of. They did not want to send her back. She was halfway through her time here and it would probably end any chance of completing the program if they stopped now. In addition, the baby was fairly vulnerable. She was not mentally regressed but her aggressive characteristics that might protect her back in a prison population were suppressed. They assigned two nannies and a security guard to the nursery and let her program continue. By the time she is ready to leave the nursery and age up to play with the older girls in the daycare the immediate crisis should be over.

They stopped the tour at the Head Mistress’s office. Nanny Marge understood the plan, but it seemed unlikely to work like everyone hoped. But she figured a small hope was more than none. She unlocked the small wall safe that was kept hidden behind the large photo of BB’s front door that was taken when they reopened after Mrs. Nelson and the Head Mistress took control nearly 30 years ago. They kept the original copies of Doctor Field’s and Doctor Ren’s working notebooks. They had been left behind when the Doctors fled the scene.

Senior Agent Brigger took out a small case and set to work. The trackers she was placing in the notebooks were small and were almost undetectable. They were almost completely passive and would pass the most meticulous scan. That was the good news. The bad news is they would give one pulse in exactly eight hours from set up. The pulse would be picked up by a satellite and could be pinpointed to about a square mile. They would have to send a team immediately and try to figure out where to strike enroute. Needle in a haystack meets hail mary.

She slipped the notebooks into a box of documents that she was going to have Agent Gusterson go through. She would need him to catalog all the documents at BB’s and compare them to lists of data they already had. Then she and Mr. Gray were going to get him to run.

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Edna slowly swam up into consciousness. She was still very sleepy, and her eyelids weighed so much. She became aware that her room was filled with people. There was a lot of crying and moaning. That woke her up a bit more. Was she dead? That would suck. What was she doing in her hospital bed if she was dead? She licked her lips. Would your mouth be dry if you were dead? She felt her bladder give and the warm sensation of pee was around her hips. She was even more sure that you don’t pee yourself when you’re dead. Edna was pretty sure was wearing a diaper. At least it felt like one. She was tired and decided it was not her problem. She croaked out “For God’s sake can’t a person get a little sleep around here.” Her throat was dry, and her words were barely a whisper.

Nanny Veronica was sitting in a chair next to Mrs. Nelson’s bed. She was a side player right now. Desperate to avoid the eyes of a very distraught and pissed off Mrs. Wilder. They only met eyes once and the look she was given could have melted ice. They women in the room were not quite yelling but everyone was talking at once. The Head Mistress, Mrs. Wilder, Miss Beatrice, Mrs. Thomas, a very quiet Mr. Thomas and Nanny Katherine seemed to fill the room. Especially when you realize that Nanny Katherine somehow managed to escape her own hospital room and rolled her still attached IV along with her. Just some fluids to help with her blood loss.

Nanny Veronica turned toward the bed. She could have sworn she heard a noise. Mrs. Nelsons eyes were open and looking right at her and she almost screamed.

Mrs. Nelson would have laughed at the girl if she wasn’t so parched. She didn’t think you could open your eyes that wide without having them pop out. Instead, she mouthed “Water”.

Nanny Veronica snatched up the water cup from the small table next to her. The nurses had been replacing the water with fresh water a couple of times each day. They knew that when Mrs. Nelson woke up, she would have a terrible case of dry mouth. It was one of the side effects of the medicines used during the surgery. She held the straw to Mrs. Nelsons lips and smiled at the look of simple joy that a cool glass of desperately needed water can bring.

She drank deeply. The cool water felt heavenly. As she slowed, she made sure to fill her mouth and let the water wash away the dryness. She let the straw slip from her lips and said, “Thank you child.”

Nanny Veronica dropped to her knees and hugged Mrs. Nelson. This time Nanny Veronica did let out a scream. Not an especially loud one as most of it was muffled by Mrs. Nelsons blankets. Her fragile psyche tipped into tears by the sudden relief that Mrs. Nelson had finally woken from her surgery.

The room finally fell silent as they noticed the older women stroking Nanny Veronica’s hair and whispering words of comfort.

Mrs. Nelson looked out into the room filled with people and said “Rose, what the hell is going on?”

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Nanny Clara watched as Tommy was the first person to wake up. His pretty eyes fluttered a bit and then opened. He slowly looked around the room, the confusion obvious on his face. He did a double take when he locked eyes on her. His jaw dropped in surprise. That was only to be expected as they had not seen each other since Nanny Clara was his 5^th grade teacher.

Tommy was surprised at his surroundings but even more shocked to see his beloved 5^th grade teacher Miss Brand. He remembered her as a wonderful teacher who took a special interest in a shy lonely boy. She helped break him out of his protective shell and make friends. After the school year ended, he never saw her again. Until now. Tommy said, “Miss Brand is that really you?”

“Yes, Tommy. It’s me. I’m so happy you remembered me.” Miss Brand said with a small catch in her voice. She had loved being his teacher. It was the closest she had been willing to let herself get to Janice and Tina. She knew that someday that those fucking doctors would make a move against Janice, and she would be there for them.

Tommy crawled over and wrapped his arms around Miss Brand and gave her a hug and said “I have no idea what’s going on, but I am so happy to see you again. I tried to keep in touch with you after school, but you seemed to have vanished. Are you ok?”

She hugged him back and marveled at his ability to worry about her even though he had no idea where they were. With a long sigh she said, “I was not expecting you to be wrapped up in this Tommy or should I call you Tammi Lee?”

Tommy’s face flushed with embarrassment. Strangely enough most of it but not quite all of it was from drunk driving and crashing the car and not from his baby nightgown. He said “It is my punishment for a stupid thing I did. Please call me Tammi Lee for now. Janice and Tina will not understand if you call me by my real name.” Was that his real name? His time with Nanny Veronica had been wonderful and confusing to him. He decided not to dwell on that. He and Nanny Veronica had lots to discuss about their relationship and what each desired. He loved playing Tammi Lee for her, but he did not want to be Tammi Lee.

Miss Brand said “I know why you were sent to BB’s. It was a dumb thing to do to Mrs. Nelson’s beautiful roses. Sweetie, I need you to call me Nanny Clara. I’m going to try and get you, Tina and your dad out of this but I may bitten off more than I can chew. I need to keep them thinking that I’m on their side. So, Nanny Clara to you. Understand?”

Tammi Lee nodded and using her baby voice said, “Yes Nanny Clara.”

“Good girl. Let’s let them think you are in baby mode.” Nanny Clara said. Then she pulled a blue butterfly shaped pacifier from her apron and popped it into Tammi Lee’s mouth. She said “Just like your nursery. Same words.” She paused and said “If I say quit being such a baby to you, I want you to start fighting for your life. You were not part of the plans they shared with me. I do not know what they will do to you.” She shivered and added “If you get dragged off by the psychopath in black leather, play baby until you are alone and then fight. Under no circumstances are you to leave this building with her. Kill her if you must. You do not want to become her baby sex toy.”

Tammi Lee nodded with a grimace. She could fight and she was only one woman’s sex toy. God, she needed to stop thinking about that. The last thing she needed was a stiff clitty in front of Nanny Clara. Suddenly a memory surfaced. Her nursery. The wall in her nursery. It had never occurred to her before. She had never really known Nanny Clara’s first name. She was Miss Brand to her and always would be. There were four names at the top of the wall in her nursery. Janice Wilder, Tina Valentine, Bobbi Dennison and Clara Brand. Totally forgetting her baby roll Tammi Lee pulled out the pacifier and whispered “You were at BB’s with my dad. Your name is on the wall of my nursery.”

Nanny Clara lightly bopped Tammi Lee on the nose and reinserted her pacifier. She laughed a little and said, “Now I know how you made it into Stanford.” She kissed him on the forehead and said “While I have never been back to BB’s and seen the wall of names, I have heard about it. If you keep working on your binky, I will give you a quick breakdown of what happened to me. Are you familiar with what happened to your dad and Tina?”

Tammi Lee suckled her binky and nodded. She still was unsure of all the details but knew the big picture anyway.

Nanny Clara nodded and pulled Tammi Lee into her lap so she could talk quietly into her ear. She was 99% sure the room was not bugged but her story was not for those doctors. She would slit her own throat before giving them information on how she was rebuilt.

Nanny Clara softly whispered her tale to Tammi Lee.

“My parents were furious when they found out what had happened. They swooped in and took me out of BB’s and said they would treat me themselves. I think they may have had thoughts of getting a big settlement check or something. They got nothing. They refused treatment, they violated the non-disclosure agreement, and they made waves. The Agency is very good at handling problems like these. In the end they got no money and an adult son who thought he was a five year girl. A five year old girl who had no memory of them ever being his parents.”

“I think they were going to have me institutionalized and wash their hands of me. The only thing that saved me was grandma and grandpa. My mothers’ parents stepped in and said that they would take me in and take care of me. There were many angry words thrown around. My “loving” parents thought it would be a waste of money, time, and effort to try and save a grown man who didn’t even remember them. My grandparents said it was their money, their time and their effort. Grandma was particularly hurt that her daughter couldn’t see how important it was not to turn her back on her own child. I have never seen or spoken to them since then.” It was an old pain but no less sharp for it.

Time was slipping away. She was not sure when the girls would wake up or someone would come. She needed to share her story. It had been bottled up inside her for a long time. Who could she tell? She had dated a few men over the years and even thought she had found the one. That relationship crashed and burned on the rocks of her inability to carry a child.

“My grandmother decided that since I was a young girl inside that she would treat me like a young girl. She showered me with love and affection. It was so wonderful to be wanted and loved. But it was my grandfather that hit upon my path to growing up. Every six months we celebrated my birthday. The gifts and my treatment from my grandparents forced me to accept that I was just a little bit older each time. When my inside maturity finally matched my body, they arranged for my reassignment surgery. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as smooth as it sounds. There were a lot of setbacks and tears. But when I had the body to match who I was on the inside, it was like a switch was turned on.”

“As you can probably guess I went to college and got a degree in teaching. I would probably still be teaching except for the package my grandfather left for me in his will. Apparently, the things that had been done to me had never really left him. He was a retired Army Colonel and he must have spent 20 years gathering information. With Grandma passing a few years earlier he figured that I was free to pursue any action without risk to my loved ones.” He was a brilliant man but to her he would always be the grandpa that loved her unconditionally.

Nanny Clara was about to say more when the door to the room opened, and a security guard stepped in. He gave her a flirty smile and said “Hi Miss Brand. I’m supposed to see if you need anything. I have been told that the room needs to be locked at all times but to allow you access whenever you need it.” She was about ready to strangle this one. He just couldn’t take no for an answer. Not that he wasn’t good looking but there was no way she was sleeping with any of these creepy bastards.

She forced a smile and gently put Tammi Lee down next to her. She stood up and said “Perfect timing Leo. They should all be waking up soon and I want to get them dressed for the day.” She walked past Leo and waited as he locked the door. When she headed to her room, he made to follow her. No. No. No. She turned to Leo and said “It is going to take me a bit to sort out the clothing since I got an extra baby to take care of. I was not expecting three. Let’s meet back here in 20 minutes.”

Leo sighed and said “Sure thing. I will see you in a bit.” He was running out of time to take her to bed. It was his own fault really. She takes these weirdo fucking crossdressers serious. She thinks of them like real kids. Unfortunately, she heard a few of the men, including him, calling them perverts and she went off. She went from warm and friendly to cold and aloof and no apologies were changing her mind. Icy bitch.

Twenty minutes later they met back in front of the locked door. Leo unlocked the door. He had a strange smile on his face, and it only seemed to get bigger as he opened the door for her. She looked at the bed and did a quick glance around the room. Tammi Lee was gone!

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Mistress Trinity slowly got dressed. She has spent the night vacillating between tears and anger. She had spent many hours training her little baby sissy. That sudden loss brought out sharp emotions she rarely felt. By the time she got out of bed she realized that it wasn’t losing Mary Anne that upset her so much, it was the loss of the life she had planned. A not so willing sissy sex slave that she could baby and abuse. When she finished dressing, she set off for Doctor Field’s office. She was owed.

Mistress Trinity never slowed her pace when she reached the Doctor’s office. She stiff armed the partially open door open with loud smack. Then she strode up to the desk and just waited with her arms crossed.

Doctor Field grimaced at the intrusion. For a while Mistress Trinity was quite helpful in his efforts to snatch Janice but now, she was becoming a problem. Her latest episode in beating the crap out of one on the security personnel was almost the end of her. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and everyone agreed that Murphy’s lack of sympathy in delivering the news of John Evans death was the true cause of the beat down. That and security being done with this job once they were on the boat later today smoothed things over.

He deliberately finished signing the paperwork in front of him before closing the folder and said “Good morning, Trinity. Is there something on your mind?”

She barely held the snarl out of her voice and said “Mary Anne is dead! She was my payment for my services in retrieving your property. How are you planning to pay me now?”

Ah, right to the point with Mistress Trinity. Doctor Field said “I thought that we could come to a financial arrangement. I know you invested a lot of time in molding John Evans into the perfect little spy.”

Mistress Trinity spat on the floor and said “I don’t want any money. I have money. What I don’t have is my baby sissy. How are you going to give me what you promised me?”

With a frustrated slap of his hand on the desk Doctor Field raised his voice and said “Obviously I can’t. Your Mary Anne died last night during the operation. If you don’t want money, then what do you want? It’s not like I have another baby sissy just laying around.” His voice trailed off a bit. Actually, he did have another one. But they were going to hold on to Tommy as leverage over Janice. Well, really that was Doctor Ren’s idea. As long as they had Tina, they really didn’t need the son.

Mistress Trinity saw the idea finally pop into the Doctor’s head. She wanted him to bring it up. She would settle on taking the little one they brought in last night.

He would need to convince Doctor Ren but that should be easy. One less mouth to read, one less prisoner to keep watch over. He smiled and said, “It just occurred to me that I may be able to fulfill our agreement after all.” He opened another file on his desk and picked up a picture of an unconscious Tammi Lee dressed in her baby nightgown. The bottom of the outfit had been rolled open and the picture clearly showed her diapered bottom. Doctor Field handed the photo of Tammi Lee to Mistress Trinity.

Mistress Trinity smiled a sharks smile and said “Yes. She will do nicely.”

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Mistress Trinity made a quick stop to pick up a present for Tammi Lee, no for Mary Anne. She will get used to her new name after a few good hard reminder spankings. Mistress Trinity found herself in front of the door where the children were being held. She smiled at the guard and said “Open up the door. I have come for my baby girl.”

The guard hid a shiver. This lady gave off a seriously creepy vibe. He said nothing as he unlocked the door to let her inside. As he watched her approach the small weirdo, his earpiece squawked and he got a confirming order to let Mistress Trinity take custody of the prisoner.

Tammi Lee eyed the leather clad women as she entered the room. This was obviously the one Nanny Clara had warned her about. This was not the place or time for resistance, so she just sat there and suckled her binky and waited to see what new madness was coming her way.

Mistress Trinity smiled and said “There is mommy’s new little girl. We are going to have so much fun together. You are just so cute! Stand up so mommy can get a good look at you.”

Tammi Lee hesitated for a second but slowly stood up.

Mistress Trinity said, “Mommy’s little angel.” She circled around behind Tammi Lee and pulled her in tight for hug. She kissed the top of Tammi Lee’s head and said, “Hold still baby while mommy puts a special mommy daughter necklace on you.”

Unfortunately, Tammi Lee was slow to react, and Mistress Trinity easily snapped the collar around her neck. Tammi Lee was stunned by being suddenly collared. Then with a click Mistress Trinity snapped on the matching leash.

“Perfect my lovely. That collar goes so well with your beautiful hair.” She wrapped her hand around the leash and gave it a gentle tug forcing Tammi Lee to stagger forward a step. She pulled her new sissy toy out of the room but at the last moment stopped and pulled the pacifier from Tammi Lee’s mouth. She threw it back into the room and patted Tammi Lee on cheek and said “You won’t need that anymore baby. Your new mommy has a special one for you that you are going to just love!”

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Edna was pissed off. There was an edge of sorrow that she refused to acknowledge. Those damn doctors once again messing with her daughter. No more screwing around for this mom. Until things were settled with April, she was going to be the mommy Janice needs. She called out “Katherine come over here please.”

Nanny Katherine crossed the small room and kneeled next to the bed. Edna looked so fragile right now, but an inner strength seemed to flow from her. She said “Yes, Mrs. Nelson. How can I help?”

She looked into Nanny Katherine’s eyes and said “I need to know where your loyalties lie young lady. Are you with BB’s or are you with the agency?”

This would have been an easy answer two days ago. She was agency from top to bottom. However, ever since Tina had saved life her motivation had changed. She owed that child everything and that included her loyalty. She replied “I’m a BB’s girl ma’am. As long as you will have me.”

Edna reached up and pulled Nanny Katherine head down and gave her cheek a kiss. She smiled at her and said, “I could see the answer in your eyes dear.”

Edna raised her voice and said “We don’t have much time. Once the nurses know I’m awake I will be bombarded with doctors and tests. You must all promise me that you will go get our babies back. I don’t fully trust the agency. I know that they have done a lot of good for us in the past, I feel like they have not lived up to their promises. It was too easy for them to get into BB’s and take Janice, Tina and Tammi Lee.”

The room erupted with either comments defending the agency or comments echoing Edna’s words. She interrupted the noise and said “Everyone, please leave the room and give me a moment with Rose.”

The women slipped out of the room quickly and quietly except for April who paused for a moment and gave Edna a long look filled with mixed emotions and questions. Edna mouthed the word “Soon” and April nodded her head and closed the door.

Rose dropped into the chair next to Edna and put her face in hands. She was tired, both mentally and physically. She spoke through her fingers and said “I don’t know what to do? How will we get our children back without using the agency? How hard are they really trying to help us?”

Edna slapped her palms together. The sharp noise caused Rose to lift her head up and stare at Edna. Edna sharply asked “Are you done? We don’t have any more time to waste. You need to go to my house, up into the hidden room. You need to activate Janice’s chip.”

Rose just stared at Edna. She snapped out “You had Janice chipped? Like some sort of dog?”

Edna said “Of course I did. I never fully trusted those agency people. I would have chipped Tina too if I thought you would let me.” Well, chipped is one word for it. LoJack might be closer. It would give her computer a very good idea where she was. Unfortunately, the device would cause an electrical discharge when activated. The device was not really intended for this use but Edna needed results not maybe’s. It would be painful for Janice. James/Janice and her had discussed this type of situation. The sudden sharp pain was a signal. Fight, Escape, Live.

She sighed and said “The fact the agency didn’t bother to tell us that the doctors were free, that there was a need for heightened security tells me that either Mr. Gray is incompetent, compromised or has a hidden agenda. I don’t believe he is incompetent. That leaves two options that fully justify my paranoia.”

Rose said, “Even if we know where Janice is how are we going to rescue them?”

Edna said “You need to come up with some kind of plan. Between Katherine and that Beatrice women I’m sure you can come up with something. Even if it means calling in the agency at the last minute to do the heavy lifting.” At that, her sudden energy left her and Edna collapsed back into her pillows. She whispered “I’m sorry Rose but I can’t help you with this. Please bring back my daughter, so I can be her mommy, finally.”

Rose hugged Edna and whispered back “I will bring them all back.”

Edna said “Thank you Rose. I believe in you.” Then she held out a hand and said, “Give me a piece of paper and a pen.” When Rose handed her an old envelope and pen from her purse, she wrote down the codes and access procedure to activate Janice’s chip.

Rose took the paper and pen back just as the door opened and two nurses and two doctors marched in. She let herself be guided out of the room. As the door shut behind her, she looked at the paper and laughed out loud. The final passcode was MommyLovesBaby. For a hardass Edna sure was a softie inside.

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Junior Agent Gusterson parked his car and cautiously entered the building. He felt a stab of unease in the pit of his stomach. He was now assigned to Senior Agent Brigger’s BB’s team. The place where they turn men into baby girls. The thought of having to wear a diaper and prance around in cutesy bows and ribbons made him almost physically ill.

It reminded him of the awful summer at his aunt’s house. He was ten but his much bigger fourteen year old cousin was much taller and stronger then him. She decided that she wanted a girl to play with and not an icky boy. She dressed him in whatever make believe game she wanted play. He was made into a toddler girl more often than not. Complete with pullups. He complained to his aunt and she said that it was just for fun and to do what his cousin wanted. Then his cousin would spank him for being a tattletale. He still hated her. He tore up the wedding invitation she sent last year.

Once he transferred to this team, he had checked in with his unofficial handler and was told to follow orders and soon he would be given something more important to work on. Other cases to spy on he assumed. The only thing they asked him to do was check the records here for any case notes or cassette tapes from a Doctor Field or a Doctor Ren. They had copies of everything the FBI had but, the Doctors were sure they had left more stuff behind.

He toured the place and reviewed the security in place. It was weak but then again there was not much here to protect. They were supposed to be looking for any evidence of who took Janice, Tina and Tammi Lee. They weren’t going to find any. The strike team really didn’t have anything to leave behind. The team was digging deep into John Evan’s life or May Anne’s life, but he was sure that they would find nothing there either.

Eventually he found Senior Agent Brigger sitting in one of the large conference rooms. She was sipping a large cup of coffee and methodically going through some boxes of old papers and making notes of each box’s contents. She was also using her phone to take pictures. She said, “Hi Tim. How was the tour?”

He said “Pretty routine Agent Brigger. A bit creepy but quiet right now.” Funny how he was expected to use her title, but she could just say Tim. Stuck up bitch.

Senior Agent Brigger paused her coffee sip and said, “What do you mean creepy?”

Tim almost shouted out his disgust of making babies out of men but just said “You know empty and quiet.”

She nodded and said, “Well it’s definitely quiet here without a bunch of toddler girls running around screaming and playing.”

Tim snorted, sissies in dresses more like then toddlers he thought. He said, “What would you like me to do Agent Brigger?”

Senior Agent Brigger smiled and said “Glad you asked Tim. You can help me sort………….” Her voice came to a stuttering stop as her knee bumped the table and her large coffee cup, which had been too close to the edge fell into her lap. She yelped and jumped back out of her chair, but the damage was done. Her clothes, socks and shoes were now soaked in hot coffee. She stood still dripping coffee everywhere and then she backed away from the table. She swore “Shit!” She looked up at Tim and then laughed a bit and said “I must be tired from the plane trip. This is just disgusting.”

Faking some concern while he laughed on the inside Tim said “Are you ok Agent Brigger? Did you burn yourself?”

She said “No burns. Thankfully it wasn’t that hot. Look Tim, just go ahead and finish cataloging these last two boxes. I’m going over to the Nannies quarters and see if I can find something to change into. Maybe even take a shower. I’ll be back in a bit.” Then she duck waddled to the door. Her shoes make an audible squishing sound with each step. Her rapidly fading voice carried down the hallway “This is just so damn gross”.

Tim waited a bit and then burst out laughing. What a stupid bitch! That was like poetic justice or something.

He pulled the box over and started pawing through the contents. At the bottom of the box and covered with dust he found them. His hands shook as he pulled two worn and aged notebooks from the box. Holy crap he found them. This was his ticket out of this dump job. He was sure that they would be happy to pull strings now and fast track him a promotion. He didn’t know who was behind his extra activities, but he knew that they had a lot of pull in the agency. He was debating whether to try and steal them or copy them when he heard a familiar tone. His phone just got a text message.

Every agent knew that tone. It was reserved for Mr. Gray. He fumbled for his phone. This was probably an important message. He had never got one before.

Only it wasn’t his phone buzzing. There was no message on his phone. He looked across the table where Senior Agent Brigger’s phone sat. In her haste to find dry clothes she had left it behind. He reached across the table and scooped up the phone. He would need to find her and bring her the phone. Who knows how long it would take her to come back. As he stood up, he noticed two things, one was that Agent Brigger’s phone was not locked. The second thing he noticed made him sit down. It was about him. Apparently, he must have slipped up somehow. The message read “Brigger, it seems that Agent Gusterson may be involved with the kidnapping at BB’s. Please secure him until his transport arrives to bring him in for questioning.”

His heart nearly exploded out of his chest. He needed to leave, to run. His adrenaline was pumping and his hands shook. He snatched up the books and pausing for just a moment he ripped the battery from Agent Brigger’s phone and tossed it into the trash can by the door. It quickly sank into the papers and trash. That might buy him a few more minutes he thought. He tucked the notebooks under his arm and headed for his car.

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Senior Agent Brigger watched Tim from the camera she had hidden in the conference room. He took the bait now it was a matter of time before she knew if she ruined a pair of brand new shoes for nothing or everything.

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Beatrice followed a small group of cars over to Mrs. Nelsons house. She was nursing reservations about not contacting her brother. She was under no illusions about him and his job. She knew he was a good guy, but the job didn’t always let you be a good guy. The one thing she wouldn’t do was let these women get hurt. She had never seen a group of caring loving women like these before and she knew that she felt a part of them. They stayed with the all women plan and against his protestations Mark was left to be a liaison at the hospital with Edna.

April lingered and waited to be the last into the house. She was worried about what they would think of her when they saw the nursery and what James was doing behind her back. Mostly she was ashamed of how she acted the last time she was here. With a heavy heart she followed the ladies into the house and into the nursery. Everybody but Rose was speechless as they saw the room. Rose looked around the room with pride and a tear on her cheek.

Rose said “This room tells you everything you need to know about a mother’s love for a daughter. Even though she was always Nanny to Janice you can see love everywhere.” She walked over and took April’s hand and said “This is what Edna wanted to share with you. She never wanted to keep you from this part of Janice's life. April, take a long look at this room, look at the details and you will see what I mean.”

Rose patted April’s shoulder and waved Beatrice over to the crib. She said, “There is not much room so everyone except for Beatrice please stay downstairs.” Then she and Beatrice crawled under the crib and disappeared.

April and Julia slowly walked around the nursery. It was filled with everything a baby girl could need. It was all high quality items and lovingly maintained. There were two handmade extra-large rocking chairs. One looked well worn and broken in from years of use while the other looked almost new. April almost didn’t see it, but on the headrest were beautifully carved flowers. The worn chair had the word EDNA amongst the blossoms. The untouched chair had the word APRIL amongst the blooms. The chair was old, probably purchased before she had married James.

When she saw this room the first time, she felt like it was Edna laughing at her naivety. Now she realized that Edna meant for the three of them to use this room. Only Janice’s fear of losing April kept Edna from bringing her here. April moved around the room in a slight daze touching this and that.

Nanny Veronica and Nanny Katherine were in the closet looking at the amazing assortment of high quality clothes. They were all sized for Janice, and they ran from baby clothes to stuff a junior high schoolgirl would wear. It seemed that Edna was prepared for whatever age Janice needed to be so that she would feel better or just wanted to play at. One part of the large closet caught Nanny Veronica’s eye. It was filled with art supplies. It seemed that Janice liked to draw when she was here. There was a box of completed coloring books. She paged through another box with drawings of animals and flowers. They were all done in crayon but were beautiful to look at. She took down a smaller box from the top shelf. There were about two dozen drawings. She paged through them and gasped at what she saw. They were portraits and life like drawings of people and they looked very real. Still only done in crayon. Not Looking up she called out softly “Mrs. Wilder, please, you need to see these.”

Inwardly April grimaced, still not very comfortable with Nanny Veronica and her relationship with her son. However, she was here and willing to go into danger for Tommy. April certainly appreciated her taking the risk.

She had been looking at the toys in the crib. They were old, worn and patched up. She picked up the Raggedy Ann doll and held it close. It smelled like James. God, she missed him. Still holding the doll, she crossed the room to see what Nanny Veronica had found.

After tucking the doll under her arm, she took the box from Nanny Veronica. Her knees almost buckled at seeing the top drawing. She made it to her rocking chair only because Nanny Veronica helped steady her.

The top picture was old. Well before they were married. It was April. She could tell it was a college drawing because it was the hair style she had back then. The drawing was signed Janice. The script jerky and childlike. Below that in ink was James’s pen stroke. It read April, Our first Date”.

Through tear filled eyes she saw her life in crayon drawings. Always drawn by Janice but labeled by James. Her in a bikini she wore on a date to the beach. She had been trying to get him to make a move into the bedroom. It worked, boy did it work! It continued, all her high points like her in her wedding dress and some low points, in a hospital bed after the tumble off the bike and the broken leg. At the bottom of the box was an envelope. It was sealed and her name was written across the top. There was a sticky note. “Edna, please give this letter to April in case something happens, and James never returns. Thanks, James.”

Any thought of opening the letter was forgotten when Rose crawled out from under the crib and announced, “We found them!”

 

(This is Chapter 16. We are getting close to the end. One or two more chapters and then a large epilogue. Coming up Tammi Lee and Mistress Trinity have a confrontation, Janice and James fight back, Doctor Ren makes a run for it, and Agent Gusterson gets a new assignment. (CCApril@Proton.me)).

[BabySofia]

Yay, update!!!! I hope Tammi Lee can beat the witch to an inch of her life! Glad to see April is getting the bigger picture now too! 

[Babypants]

Great to have you back, and here's hoping that you had a relaxing vacation.  So, we are getting close to the end, and it's looking more and more like this is an interagency turf war-- with the doctors possibly planning to betray their boss and ship Janice and Tina out of the country to destination unknown?  One thing I don't see is the connection between Miss Brand and the doctors.  Was this coming up when Miss Brand had to leave the room?

Where is our feckless agent heading?  It should be to his superior, not to the doctors.  Hope so, because this would get Gray and crew out of the loop, and leave it to the three captives on the inside and the unlikely team of ladies at Edna's house on the outside to stage the rescue.  Like Edna, I wouldn't trust Gray for a second, and if she knows about the real life LSD experiments, she may never have trusted him.

 

[CCApril]

9 minutes ago, Babypants said:

One thing I don't see is the connection between Miss Brand and the doctors.  Was this coming up when Miss Brand had to leave the room?

Exactly. I felt the her back explanation was getting a bit long. I used the interruption to break her story up. She will get a chance to tell that part after all the upcoming action!

9 minutes ago, Babypants said:

Where is our feckless agent heading?  It should be to his superior, not to the doctors. 

His fate is sealed and boy is he going to wish he did run to his superiors!

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

Glad to see April is getting the bigger picture now too! 

I feel for her. She needs to balance an adult man and a young girl in the same body.  Unlike  Tammi Lee and Veronica this is not about sexy fun. Maybe some time with the true mommies Edna and Rose will help her figure  her way.  While this story is about Tommy's summer of fun. It is equally about Aprils desperate desire to keep her marriage alive.

 

[Babypants]

16 minutes ago, CCApril said:

His fate is sealed and boy is he going to wish he did run to his superiors!

This leads me to suspect that, when the dust settles, he will be riding off into the sunset with Mistress Trinity!

[6firewall6]

I am loving this story thank you for posting the next chapter. I may only be speaking for myself but as long as you post well thought out chapters like that taking extra time is not a problem.

[CCApril]

Good news! Almost done with the next chapter! Stuff happens and writing kind of goes to the back burner. Plus there are some emotional scenes that are wearing to write. Hopefully I will post tomorrow. 20 pages and around 12,000 words so it will be a good update. Thanks for all your patience!

April

[CCApril]

BB’s Nursery and Day Care Chapter 17

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Agent Gusterson hung up his burner phone. Explaining why he ran and what he recovered was met with skepticism. They were sending a car for him, and he was to do whatever the security person wanted. Fuck. Things seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Less than thirty minutes later a car pulled into the alley where he was hiding. He had abandoned his car and his agency cell phone at a shopping center and hoofed it several blocks before he felt safe enough to use his burner phone.

Sgt Kine stepped out of the car and compared a cell phone picture to the man cowering in the alley like a weenie. He hated these college educated agency twerps that think there better because daddy spent money to send them to some school.

Agent Gusterson saw the man and shouted “About damn time. I’m a sitting duck out here.”

Sgt Kine smiled and thought “Sometimes you get chance to put them in their place.” He just walked behind the car and opened the trunk and said gruffly “Bring me the notebooks.”

Agent Gusterson said sharply “I’m Agent Gusterson.”

Sgt Kine lost his smile and said “Bring me the notebooks, Agent Gusterson.”

Happy that he put the lowly soldier in his place, Agent Gusterson stuck out the notebooks for the soldier to take from him. The distance required Sgt Kline to take a step. Making him come to me should remind him that I’m the special agent and he is just hired muscle.

Sgt Kine stepped over and grabbed the notebooks, not caring if the little punk was ready to let them go or not. The agent let out a little yelp as the books were snatched from him. He wondered if the Agent had planned to make him fight a bit for them. The little fucker was starting to piss him off. He opened the trunk and turned on the scanning machine. He fed the notebooks in and pushed start. He looked back over his shoulder and said “Strip. I need to scan your clothes.”

Agent Gusterson stuttered out “I’mmm surre my clothes are bug freee.”

Not even looking up from the scan Sgt. Kline said “Don’t care what you think. Take them off! Or take a hike.”

Agent Gusterson froze with indecision. He considered that being on the run might be the better solution then the possibility of showing this suddenly large and aggressive man his less than manly underwear. His cousin had started him on a path of love/hate with girly panties. That was the true reason he had torn up her wedding invitation. He blamed her for his weakness and obsession. He would purge his closet of his special panties only to break down and buy more a few months later.

Being on the run from both halves of the Agency seemed incredibly stupid. Since the guy seemed busy scanning the notebooks, he quickly stripped off his clothes. Shoes, socks, shirt no problem. He glanced up again and when he saw that the man was still occupied, he undid his belt and unfastened his pants. He meant to push the pants and panties down together. Unfortunately, the tight elastic waistband caught at his knees and the pants did not. His belt buckle hit the ground with ting. It was not very loud but it was loud enough that Sgt Kline looked up.

Sgt Kline heard a metallic noise. It was small but paying attention to small metal noises had saved his life a couple of times over the years. A quick glance showed him what had caused the noise. A second much longer glance was required to make sense of the explosion of pink silk and white ribbons that appeared between the Agents knees. He stood up, and looked down at the Agent who had suddenly froze up. He said with voice filled with disgust “Whoa there Agent Gusterson, are those regulation undies you got there? I knew you Agency boys were wimps but Sissies too?”

Agent Gusterson’s face flamed red and all he could do was stammer out a quiet protest “Nooo. No, not exactly.”

Sgt Kline looked at the flaming face and the trembling body. He said “I bet those were from some special-order Sissy internet store. I’ve had girls and hookers all over the world and not one of them had anything even a bit as fancy and purty as those.” He hated Nancy boys like this. At least those girls they got back at the warehouse didn’t pretend to be men. He briefly considered beating the crap out of him and throwing him into the nearby dumpster. Just one more piece of useless trash. He glanced once more into the trunk and smiled. It seemed that Mistress Trinity kept some spare clothes in the trunk of her car. They seemed to be the kind of stuff the Agent might even wear when he was prancing around his bedroom. It was the only car available and since she was preoccupied, Mistress Trinity had no problem letting him use it.

The scanner beeped and a green light lit up. No bugs detected. It would be better to just photocopy the information but there was no time for that. They would be heading out to the ship not long after they got back.

Sgt Kline looked at the still frozen Agent and with exasperation barked out “We don’t have all day, Agent Nancy! Take that shit off.”

Agent Gusterson quickly finished pushing his panties off and looked up at Sgt Kline.

Sgt Kline took the scanner from the trunk and with a swift move slammed it into the ground. The impact shattering the delicate instrument and sending plastic and metal bits all over the alley. He said “Opps. Looks like it’s broken. I guess I won’t be able to scan your clothes after all.” Then he laughed at the open mouth look on the weenies face. With a sarcastic bite he said, “We need to be smart and safe about this.” Then he scooped up the clothes from the ground and threw them into the nearby dumpster.

Agent Gusterson shouted “What the fuck? Now what? I can’t run around without any clothes you big idiot.”

Sgt Kline gave Agent Gusterson a little shove and said “I ain’t the idiot around here Nancy. I’m not standing around naked crying over my lost panties. You are. But I understand that you’re feeling less than feminine standing around naked. But fear not. There just happens to be some clothes in the trunk that I think you are going to love.” He reached into the trunk and grabbed the bag of clothes and tossed it at the still stunned Agent and said “Here you go. Get dressed so we can get out of here.”

Ageny Gusterson caught the bag and quickly opened it. The sooner he got some clothes on the happier he would be. The bag contained several shirts, some panties and a couple of pull up style diapers. He looked at Sgt Kline and said “You have got to be kidding. There is no way I’m wearing any of this.”

Sgt Kline said “Well you got a choice sissy. You put something on, and you ride in the back seat. You stay commando you ride in the trunk. Either way you need to make a decision.” He knew that if it was him he would rather stay naked than touch that sissy crap but he figured the Agent would put it on anyway. Unlucky for him there was no way that sissy was getting into the car with him. He would be riding back in the trunk no matter what he did.

Agent Gusterson looked at each shirt and cringed. One was a pink t-shirt with “Mommy’s Little Sissy” in bold purple sparkly letters. The next one was light blue with a kitten on the front and the words “Mommy’ Purrrfect Little Girl”. The last one was more like a night shirt. It was plain white and had no words on it. But it made up for it with that with lots of lace and ribbons. It looked like it would fall about halfway down his thighs.

He looked at the panties next but shuddered and put them back in the bag. They were almost pretty enough for his binge and purge panty fetish but he never would have bought panties with holes in the butt for what he assumed was some kind of access for sex. Nope! He would go commando before putting those on. He knew he was running out of time. Making up his mind he took the night shirt and slipped it over his head. It would cover him so nobody could easily the lack of underwear. It felt smooth and silky. The lower lacy hem fell to mid-thigh. He looked up at the Sgt and said “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

Sgt Kline said “Looks good Nancy now put a pair of panties on. I don’t want your naked ass on my car seats.”

Agent Gusterson did not want to lose this battle and said “My ass is covered by the shirt. I’m not putting on those sicko panties.”

Sgt Kline said “Put on a pair or I’m stuffing your head into one and then tossing your ass in the trunk. You like sissy panties, so quit acting like you don’t.”

In a rare show of bravery Agent Gusterson took the bag of clothes and through them into the dumpster and said “I’m not wearing those pervert panties! Fuck You!”

Sgt Kline gave a wicked smile and said “Wow. I guess you didn’t want to wear those. Even a Nany boy has some sort of limit.” He reached back into the trunk and said “I bet those were a bit too grown up for a sissy like you. Good news! I bet these will fit you and I guarantee they won’t be too sexy for you.” He held up a pink princess pullup. It had a princess dancing with some sort of candelabra with a face. Sgt Kline continued “I know what you’re thinking. You aren’t going to wear these either. You are going to stand up for yourself. But you will wear them.” He held up three fingers and as he made each point, he dropped a finger “No. 1 you will wear them because I said to. No. 2 If you don’t, I’m going to break your arm and then make you put it on. No.3 is because you might need the extra protection.”

Sgt Kline gave a quick jab and punched Agent Gusterson in the gut. The air leaving him in one big exhalation. When Agent Gusterson crumpled to the ground Sgt Kline tossed the pullup onto his gasping body. He leaned over a bit and said “I don’t like little prancing sissy’s that think they can tell me what to do. I don’t give a damn who you work for. Put that damn thing on. We have wasted enough time.”

When he could breathe again Agent Gusterson slowly and shakily stood up. Once he was sure he would not fall over, he stepped into the pullup and slid them up his legs. He had had enough, it was time to pull a strategic withdrawal. He would report the asshole bully and hopefully get him shipped off to some shithole somewhere. The pull up fit snugly around his hips, the elastic leg gathers were tight but not too tight. Of course, it fit. Why would he expect anything else.

Sgt Kline clapped Agent Gusterson on the shoulder and said “Now don’t you look like a perfect little sissy angel. One that now knows to do what she’s told. Right?” He didn’t wait for an answer before leading the uneasy Agent to the trunk. He said “I wouldn’t be caught dead riding around with a sissy like you. So, get in the trunk.” When Agent Gusterson dragged his feet, he growled out “Do we need another lesson on who is the boss here?”

He wanted to cry. It was so unfair. If he could have, he would have gladly shot this bastard and left him to die here in the is alley. Instead, he swallowed his pride, what little was left of it, and climbed into the trunk. He needed to curl up to fit. Unbeknownst to him the motion caused the night shirt to ride up and exposed his pull up.

Sgt Kline laughed and went to shut the trunk and then had a sudden inspiration. He held up his phone and took a picture. Something to show the guys later.

Agent Gusterson cringed at the clicking sound of the camera. Then everything went dark with a loud thud as the trunk lid was closed. He waited until the car started and he could feel it move. Finally, he felt safe enough to let a few tears fall. He hadn’t been that humiliated since his last ex-girlfriend found his panty stash. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Rock bottom. At least there was nowhere to go but up.

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Beatrice said “They are in a warehouse about 45 minutes from here. Rose and I talked about this while the computer was doing its thing upstairs. We are going to go scout the warehouse. Once we are sure we know where James and Tina are we will call Mr. Gray and have him bring in the hostage rescue team.” She looked at all the angry women, angry mothers and caregivers and said “I’m sorry but angry and determined isn’t enough. Katherine and I are the only ones with any kind of training and Katherine is not even remotely ready for combat.” She sighed and said “That does not mean we are staying on the sidelines though. I have room in my SUV for all of us. Let’s go for a drive ladies.”

The women piled into the large vehicle. Beatrice and Katherine in the front seats, the Head Mistress and Veronica in the middle seats and April and Julia in the smaller third row seating. April sat still and stared at the letter James had written to her. Would this letter give her more clarity or should she put it back in her purse? From the seat in front of her she heard the Head Mistress say “Go ahead and open it April. I think you need to read it to truly understand James. Edna and I tried to understand the James/Janice relationship but perhaps we are too close to see the big picture. What I do know is that there will be nothing in that letter that you need to fear.” With trembling hands April opened the envelope and pulled free the folded pages.

My Dearest April,

Should you be given this letter I fear the worst. Hopefully, by now my dearest Edna or Rose has filled you in on what has happened to me in the past. This letter was supposed to go to you if I retreated into Janice and could not find my way back to James.

Before I married you Edna begged me to tell you the truth. I was a coward. I was afraid that you would see me as some sick aberration unworthy of your love. This was my fear, not my expectation. We cowards are ruled by our fears. Perhaps, how I see myself in the middle of the night. This is not a likely outcome. You are a wonderful human being. Filled with compassion and love.

When I was 18, I was stripped of everything. No memories of past friends or loved ones. I was told that I was with a foster family at the time, but I never remembered them or saw them again. For the longest time it was just Tina and I. Sisters. Edna and Rose took care of us, loved us as no other person ever did.

Just getting to a stable point was difficult for us. We were little girls in big ugly man bodies. We were not pretty or dainty. There were no ballet recitals with friends, princess parties or any of the many things young girls can do together. Instead, there was face shaving, hairy bodies, muscles, and that thing girls don’t have but boys do. A morning erection would send me into hysterics.

I think it was BB’s daycare that really helped with the image issue. I’m not sure how Edna and Rose screened the participants back then, but it worked. We had girls to play with and role models. Tina and I were able to interact with other girls like us. I’m not sure Tina ever knew. I think she still believes that the kids she plays with are genuine little girls.

Eventually I realized that they were adults that spent time as little girls. This excited me. Could I be a little girl, but pretend to be an adult? An adult man?

In time I realized that pretending was not good enough. I needed to be an adult man if I was going to try and live the life that was taken from me.

I know, I know I’m rambling on a bit, but I have so much to share with you, but a letter seems so limited. Let me get to the heart of it.

Everything almost fell apart at college. I was so lonely without Tina and Nanny Edna. I had a hard time making friends. Funny how not having the same shared experiences can hinder getting to know people. I found myself slipping back to Janice more and more on the weekends sitting alone in my dorm room.

Then I met you.

You were so nice to me. You didn’t laugh at my soft ways or my lack of interest in sports and drinking with the guys. For the first time in my life, I was accepted as a man, as James.

We held hands and snuck kisses between classes. You were so patient with me. I love you so much. Our marriage, our BABY! This is what I wanted out of life. What we deserve. What you deserve.

I don’t know what caused me to be Janice and leave James behind. It must be something terrible. God please don’t let it be Tommy.

I would like to talk about Janice with you instead of leaving a note like a foolish coward. But the consequences of rejection are too much for Janice to handle. Life without a mommy has left some deep scars. I love Edna to death but her refusal to be Janice’s mommy hurts her/us at a fundamental level.

My love. My life. If I’m Janice forever, then let me go. This was not what you wanted when you signed up for a husband. For better or for worse does not cover this kind of stuff. Enjoy your life with Tommy, find a real man. Leave me with Edna or Rose. Even being institutionalized would be better than seeing you looking at me with disgust or worse, pity. If this is my fate, then I can’t think of a better way to have lived my life. I got you for long time.

All my love,

James

 

April could barely read the last line as her eyes were full of falling tears. When she felt the strong arms of Julia pull her tight, she let loose. Her body shook with sobs and tears. Wracked with guilt that her unintended tirade earlier at Edna’s house might have taken James away from her.

Julia stroked April’s hair and let her cry. She whispered “Everything will be ok. We will find them. We will save them.”

April stuttered out softly “Maybe, but will I ever get James back? I hurt him so badly.”

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Tammi Lee followed behind the obvious messed up woman. He drew the line at calling her mommy. He already had a mother and a mommy/nanny. There was no room in her life for this person. Demure and submissive he thought to himself. Then strike when least expected.

Mistress Trinity led her new baby into her room and shut and locked the door behind her. She did not want to be disturbed while playing with her new toy. She reached up and disconnected the leash and threw it on the bed. She had dealt with many an uncooperative play toy and was prepared for any objections either physically or verbally.

Mistress Trinity said “Now you be a good baby for your mommy while I take your pretty nightgown off. Mommy needs to check your diaper. If it is not wet mommy is going to spank you. So go peepee if you have to.”

Tammi Lee shrugged mentally. Her diaper was already wet. Probably the result of what ever drugs they gave her. She didn’t remember being drugged but there is no way she wouldn’t have woken up during her move here without being drugged. Peeing her diaper seemed a good way to keep the submissive act up a little longer anyway.

The room was very quiet and the sound of the wet diaper getting wetter was audible, if only barely. Mistress Trinity cooed “That’s momma good baby” as she reached out and squeezed Tammi Lee’s suddenly warm crotch. She said “Now let’s get you changed. We have a long drive ahead of us and you need a fresh diaper and some clothes. Fortunately, you are a bit smaller than my last baby girl so all her clothes should at least fit you.”

Releasing Tammi Lee’s crotch with a little pat Mistress Trinity went over to the bed and opened a large rolling suitcase. It was sparkly purple with care bear stickers all over it. She pulled out a changing mat and spread it across the bed. She pulled out a care bear disposable diaper as well as baby powder and diaper rash ointment. She let her fingers linger on the chastity device. She preferred to keep her pets locked up. But it was stainless steel and sized for Mary Anne. An ill fitting device could lead to damage that was hard to explain to an ER doctor. She could wait. Lessons in servitude and discipline would also wait. The first step was to get the little cutie home.

Tammi Lee watched the leather clad lady. She continued to use her pacifier. Not only did it project a submissive posture, it also was quite relaxing. She quickly squashed the thought of it being Nanny V’s nipple. The tingle from her clitty would quickly lead to a very unbaby like reaction. From half closed lazy eyes she watched everything. The way the lady moved told Tammi Lee that she was no push over. She would only have one free strike. She doubted that she could incapacitate her with one blow. It would take a major error on her part.

Mistress Trinity had watched her new baby in the reflection of a tiny mirror mounted to the inside lid of the suitcase. All new babies needed to be watched carefully until they were broken. They all tried to escape. She knew that it would happen here. In fact, she would do her best to encourage it. A beating and some restraints would help set the tone of their future relationship.

Mistress Trinity said, “Lift your arm up baby.” Once her arms were raised, she slowly brought the night gown up and over her head. She let her fingers glide along the smooth silky skin as she did. She was happy when her baby’s little nipples reacted to the subtle stroking. She smiled and said, “Now put your little tushy on the bed so I can clean up your bum bum.”

Tammi Lee crawled up onto the bed. She laid back and spread her legs giving all the appearance of vulnerability. She would strike during the diaper change. Her legs would be pulled back and in perfect position for a kick to the face. She didn’t like her odds, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. She forced herself to relax. Every muscle loose. She just worked on her binky and waited.

Mistress Trinity stepped close between the spread legs of her new toy. She knew that there was a risk to being kicked. As long as she stayed in close the angles were bad and it should give her plenty of warning if baby wanted to line her leg up for a good hit. A blocked kick and a punch to the stomach would give her plenty of time to roll her over and deliver a spanking of a lifetime. Her favorite wooden paddle was sitting next to them in the open suitcase. She slowly undid the tapes and slid the heavy wet diaper out from under the slightly raised hips. Still staying close she rolled up the diaper and let it drop to the floor.

 

Her hand trembling a little with excitement Mistress Trinity began to clean the smooth hairless crotch before her. She was slow and meticulous. She cleaned every nook and cranny. She finished with the clitty. Slowly cleaning and stroking. It slowly hardened under her touch. It was cute and stood proudly. It was turning her on. She used one hand to stoke the clitty before her and the other she used to rub her own stiffening cock. She pressed her hips in her toy and whispered with a lust filled voice “When we get home, I’m going to fuck your tight little hole. We are going to have so much fun little one.”

Tammi Lee was having a hard time keeping her composure. The stroking made her hard regardless of her feelings. It brought a sense of shame and guilt. That clitty belongs to her Nanny not some rapist in leather. When the leather clad cock began to rub up against her she almost went for a throat punch. Unfortunately, her clitty was still being held and it left her too vulnerable. She didn’t even feel the tear that slipped down her cheek.

Mistress Trinity saw the little tear and her lust skyrocketed. The power was intoxicating. She stepped back and went for her zipper. She would take her toy here and now. No lube, no preparation. She would teach her baby her place now instead of later.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

Mistress Trinity snapped her head up. It was an alarm. The warehouse was compromised and under an attack! Then she realized her mistake. Only years of martial arts saved her life. The snap kick was intended for her throat. This was no kitten here. This was a wildcat fighting for her life.

Tammi Lee heard the alarm and saw the bitch’s head snap up. Her own training kicked in and she reacted. Even as she lashed out with her right foot she was rolling to her left adding speed and power to the kick. She felt her foot connect. The heel of her foot slamming into the suddenly lowered jaw. Mistress Trinity’s quick move protecting her vulnerable throat. The kick went from a killing blow to one that was just devastating instead. Tammi Lee felt and heard the jaw bone snap. But she did not slow down. She kept rolling until she sprang off the bed and put a wall behind her.

Mistress Trinity heard the bone snap as well as felt the sudden sharp stabbing pain. Fuck. Not again. She had broken her jaw years ago and she was willing to bet it was broken in the same place. The biggest problem was it left her vulnerable, the pain was disorienting. She once saw an MMA fight were the woman continued to fight after her jaw was broken. She was no MMA fighter. Already her body was screaming at her. So, she did the only thing that made sense to her. She ran. She was already close to the door. She yanked it open and took off down the hallway. A broken jaw, Mary Anne dead, the new toy now out of reach but that was not the worst part. The alarm was bad news. The others here might get some government protection, but she wouldn’t. She was wanted in several states.

Suddenly a soldier crashed through the door from the back parking lot. He didn’t even see her as he sprinted towards the doctor’s offices. Fuck them she thought, it was everyone for themselves. Through the glass door she could see her car. Duh, that was the guy who had borrowed it earlier. The door to the car was wide open. Perfect time to go. She kept a spare key under the frame in one of those little metal key boxes. She learned long ago that when you need to run, you can’t be trying to find the damn car keys. She didn’t need to worry though, the guy was in such a hurry he left the car running. She hopped into her car and within minutes was on the freeway heading to Barstow, California. She had a safe house and a new identity there. She could get her identification and get to a hospital. She was sure she would need her jaw wired. Again. Hell, the car seems to be failing as well judging by the odd thumping noises coming from the rear axle.

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Tommy eventually closed his mouth. The withdrawal from the fight had surprised him. He was expecting to continue fighting. He trained and been in all kinds of tournaments but not one of them was held in the nude. He was grateful for the chance to gather himself. He quickly shut the door. He did not know what the alarm was about, but he hoped that in the confusion he could rescue his dad or at least go get some help.

He quickly rifled through the clothes in the open suitcase. There were clothes for several ages. He grabbed a pair of white cotton panties covered in purple hearts. He slid them on and was happy enough with the fit. A little loose but they would stay up anyway. It was something he could fight in if he had to. Naturally there were no pants. He slipped on the ankle high purple socks. The shiny black Mary Annes were too big but he stuffed a sock into the toe of each one and put them on anyway. The toddler dress hanging on the coat rack was obviously part of the outfit. He debated putting it on. It was a purple explosion of lace, ribbons and bows. Nanny V would love it! In the end he decided that if he needed to move quickly or fight, he could not do it in the dress. So, in just panties, socks and shoes he opened the door and eased himself into the hallway. He moved slowly prepared to fight, the alarm covered any noise he made but also covered anyone else’s noise as well.

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Nanny Clara stood next to Leo and stared. Tammi Lee was gone!  She quickly turned to Leo and saw him try to suppress a grin. She jabbed a finger into his chest and said “Where did the little one go? She was here when I left!”

Leo said “Now, now, sweetie no need to get your panties in a wad. Mistress Trinity came by and collected her. I’m sure they are busy spending quality time together.”

Nanny Clara grimaced. She warned Tammi Lee. All she could do now was protect Janice and Tina. Both of which were still lying on the mattress in the room. Janice still looked out of it, but Tina had rolled over and seemed to just be sleeping now. She sighed and said, “Thanks Leo.”

The use of his name perked Leo up and he decided to speak his mind. It all seemed so reasonable when he laid it out in his head. I mean how could she say no? He put on his best “hey baby” face and said “Look Clara we are going to be on a ship at sea for the next few weeks. I’m willing to bet more than a few of those sailors will look hard at you. You know being the only real girl on board an all.” When Clara’s eyes got big, he continued “But if everyone knew you were my girl. They would leave you alone. I can protect you. All you need to do is show me a little love and affection. You know, you take care of my needs, and I will take care of you.”

Nanny Clara blinked a few more times and said, “You must be out of damn mind if you think you can pull that bullshit on me Leo.” Her anger got the best of her, and she carried on “Even if I thought this was a good idea you and your tiny penis couldn’t protect me. You’re so damn pathetic that when they got tired of me, they would probably stuff you in a dress and give you to the crew. Don’t try to sell me a line Leo. You better worry about your own ass.”

Leo just stared. No women had ever talked to him that way. He would never let a women talk to him that way. His face turned fiery red, and he pushed her into the room and shut the door behind him. It wasn’t locked but it was his duty station until they headed out. No one was likely to come by for a while.

Nanny Clara realized she had pushed back to hard. This could get ugly. She went to scream but a fist to her solar plexus dumped all her air out with a gasp. While she struggled for air Leo ripped her dress open. The buttons flying off it as it was ripped from collar to hip.

Leo grabbed and roughly fondled her breasts. His hot breath breathing on her neck. “You fucking cunts are all the same. Think your something special. I’m sure you will be more appreciative of my offer once I have given you the fuck you obviously need.” Then he shoved Clara hard to the floor and she fell on her stomach. Leo fell on top of her, shoving up the back of her dress. With another hard tug her cute white cotton panties were ripped off and flung away.

Clara tried to scream as Leo’s fingers pressed against her sex. Barely a noise came out. She was still struggling for air.

Leo said “My what a pretty pussy. Looks like it can’t wait for my cock. Let me know if you still think its tiny when I’m railing you bitch!” He started working his belt and pants free. Even if she ended up passed around like a three dollar whore on the ship at least he got to be first.

Janice’s eyes flew open. Her thigh was on fire. She wanted to scream but then the pain was gone. She knew what it meant almost instantly. Nanny Edna had made her do a practice drill once a year so she would know the feeling. But this was no drill. Janice was scared, everything that had happened so far was too much for her and just wanted to stay in a ball until Nanny came for her. But that was not an option. That pain meant danger and trouble. It meant no one was coming for a while. Janice did the only thing that made sense to her. She put on her James coat. Cracked and broken as it was. What was needed was a grownup.

James sat up slowly and looked around the room. The first thing he saw was poor Tina staring behind him and crying. When he turned in that direction several things solidified at once. Tommy was not here. And one of the piece of shit guards was trying to rape a woman right in front of him. And at least for now, he was as much James as he ever was. No fucking man was going to rape a woman if he could help it!

Leo was panting hard. He was afraid he might cum before he got his pants down. He had never raped a woman before, and the power trip was going to make him cum before he got his prick inside her. He was concentrating on not orgasming when he heard a noise and looked up.

James stood up and took a second to plan his attack. He did not know the women on the floor, but he knew a nanny dress when he saw one. He yelled out “Stay down Nanny!” and then charged.

Both Nanny Clara and Leo were surprised by the sudden yell from the furious looking diaper clad man charging at them. Nanny Clara could feel Leo try to get up and defend himself. She grabbed his shirt and slowed him down. Slowed him down just enough.

James saw them both look his way, but he only really saw the mans face clearly. It was his primary focus and his target. He stepped off with his right foot and it carried him across the Nanny as his left knee struck the rapist dead in the face. James was not necessarily a big man, but he was big enough. His knee hit Leo’s face with a sickening crunch of nose cartilage and fracturing of cheekbones. Both men flew off to the side the prone Nanny. They landed hard onto the cement floor. Unfortunately for Leo, he was on the bottom. His head hit the concrete with loud crack and then hit it again as James landed on his head leg first.

James skidded off his target and he quickly turned back but Leo was no longer a danger. James looked at the prone figure and guessed that Leo was busy answering some hard questions about his life. Some how James didn’t think St. Peter was going to be very sympathetic to the answers. He slowly got to his feet and limped over to double check. Judging by the gurgling noise Leo might just make after all. Either way he was no threat anymore.

He went over and helped the Nanny to her feet. He said “Are you ok Miss? I’m sorry I wasn’t faster. Don’t worry though he won’t be hurting anybody again.”

The Nanny took a look at his face and said “James? Is it really you?” and then she collapsed into his arms sobbing.

James held her and let her cry. It was a near thing for her. If anyone needed a good cry it was her. Janice wanted to cry too, but the James coat prevented her from doing that. There was still rescuing to do. James said “Its ok. You are safe now.”

Suddenly Nanny Clara started and said “They took Tammi Lee, they took Tommy. We need to find him! I don’t trust that bitch who took him from here.”

James let the woman go, and looked closely at her, she looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t place her. But no was not the time for twenty questions. James moved over to the fallen guard and quickly searched him. He found a collapsible club, a cell phone, a key ring, some gum but strangely there was no wallet, no identification of any kind. Perhaps even more disturbing was a pocket full of condoms. James dropped them on the prone figure while spitting out “Pig!”. This he punctuated with a sharp kick to the man’s ribs. He met the Nanny’s eye and just shrugged and gave a quick smile.

Next, he opened the cell phone and the screen lit up. It was an odd phone, but he figured a phone was a phone. He dialed 911. Time for the Calvary! Unfortunately, instead of dialing the phone activated some sort of alarm in the warehouse. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It was loud and ear piecing. Tina immediately covered her ears and started crying. The Nanny went over to comfort her, leaving James to figure out the next move. He went over to the door and tried to figure out how to work the stupid phone. Never once did it occur to him that he was only wearing a diaper.

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Doctor Field and Doctor Ren had just finished packing up their notes and files when the alarm went off. A 911 on the system meant that they were being infiltrated and required an immediate evacuation. The timing was poor of course. There were only a handful of soldiers here. The rest had taken the equipment and necessary baby furniture to the boat.

Doctor Ren pointed to the recently recovered Sgt Murphy and handing him a pistol said “Go meet up with Sgt Tigre. Get the prisoners and bring them to the van. You have two minutes to meet us. I’m loath to lose my guinea pigs but we will not wait for you. If you hear the alarm shut off, you are on your own. We can’t afford to be caught again. As Sgt Murphy ran off, Sgt Kine ran into the office. He was carrying several old and battered notebooks.

Doctor Field snatched them and after a brief look smiled broadly. He said “This is it Ren. We can start from scratch if we have to now!” With that he put them into the box on his desk and pointed at Sgt Kline and said, “Grab that and let’s get to the van.”

Sgt Kline picked up the box and gave the doctors back a hard stare. He really wanted to give that guy a punch in the head. What a pompous wind bag. For now, though, orders are orders.

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Beatrice parked across the street from the warehouse that the tracker had led them to. There was plenty of traffic around so hopefully they did not stick out too much. Now that they were here, she picked up her cell phone and called her brother.

Mr. Gray recognized the number and answering the phone he said “Hey sis wouldn’t happen to know where a bunch of Nanny’s and trouble making women ran off to would you? Seems they aren’t’ at the god damn hospital where they belong!” His voice rising with irritation. His game was just about played out. The personal stakes were very real.

Beatrice let out a laugh. She said “These troublesome women are conducting a stakeout where some loved ones have been taken hostage. Seems like they may be better at doing your job then you are.” Then Beatrice rattled off an address and said “Save the tax dollars tracking my phone. No idea what’s going on inside, but this is as far as the ladies go. Get the boys here asap.” She could hear him yelling at some people in the room.

Once he started the ball rolling on his end Mr. Gray said “I don’t get it. How did you find them? We have used a ton of resources and satellite time with no luck. How can you have found them? I know none of you got any phones calls from them.”

Beatrice laughed and said “Once Edna woke up, she told us about the tracking chip she had put in Janice years ago. Said she never fully trusted you or your agency. She is impressive. She really loves that girl.”

She sighed and said “I looked at all the things that have happened recently and it sure seems to me you have been playing some games. I won’t question your motives or inter office bullshit games you people play but you better clean this damn mess up brother dear. I hate being ashamed of you.” And with that she hung up.

Mr. Gray stared at the phone for a long minute and sighed and whispered to himself “I hate it too.”

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Tommy peaked around a corner and saw someone run past. Deciding that he rather be caught trying something than hiding under the bed he ran after the figure.

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Sgt Murphy slowed as he approached the room where the subjects were held. He cautiously pushed the door open and was shocked by what he found. Sgt Tigre was unconscious or worse on the floor, a man in a diaper was working on of the communications devices and the nanny was standing still watching and holding her torn dress around her. The only thing he saw that he expected to see was one of the subjects dressed in baby clothes huddled up on the bed. Maybe things were finally going right for a change. He deduced that they tried to use the phone to call 911 and had triggered the alarm. He always thought it was stupid to use those digits. Not that he thought anything like this was would happen. It just didn’t seem professional enough. However, the Captain thought it was easy to remember in an emergency.

Now he did not have to worry about missing the van. It was a false alarm. They were not being raided. Once he secured the guy in the diaper, he could call them back. Make up for shooting that stupid Nanny. Be the hero for once.

He waived the gun and shouted “Drop the phone diaper boy! Get on your knees.” As he watched the man drop the phone and sag to his knees, he waived the Nanny over. He figured that idiot Leo tried to molest the Nanny and the diaper boy got pissed off and did something about it. Fuck Leo he was a pig anyway. He said “Miss Clara are you all, right? Was it that bastard Leo?”

Nanny Clara heard the question and was able to break free from her shock of Sgt Murphy storming into the room with a gun. It was time for a little acting of her own. She let the tears fall and ran to Sgt Murphy. Carefully avoiding his steady gun hand, she pushed into him. She sobbed “It was Leo! He, He, tried to rape me. Told me I was just going to be some ship whore and needed to learn my place.”

Sgt Murphy wrapped his arm around the distraught women. He figured it was a good time to make his play. Emotionally vulnerable and all that. He said” I’ve got you now Miss Clara. No one can hurt you now. Once we get on the ship you’ll see. Everything will be ok.” He knew for a fact that Leo was not alone in the idea of passing the Nanny around when she was off duty. Figuring he was safe enough from the man on his knees he slipped the gun into his pocket and pulled out his security phone so he could make sure the van either stayed or returned. As he worked the phone one handed, he absent mindedly said “You should probably stay with me once we get to the ship. I will make sure your safe at night.”

Tommy was standing in the hallway getting more and more pissed off. Some bastard tried to rape his old teacher and how does this smuck act? He arranges to have her sleep with him so she will feel safe. Is he fucking kidding? Before he could act to defend her, Nanny Clara she took matters into her own hands or knee as it were.

The gall of this man. Nanny Clara was livid. A sobbing crying rape victim and all he wants to do is convince her to be his personal piece of ass. Nope. She was already well lined up. His side armed hug brought her well within striking distance. She brought knee up into his groin. Three fast hard strikes. Each was perfectly centered and excruciatingly painful. He slowly toppled over like a chopped down tree. His high pitched girly scream music to her ears.

Sgt Murphy grabbed his groin and felt his body fall to the floor. There was a distant pain from the impact, but it was a feather blow compared to the lighting shooting out from his balls. He had never felt pain like this before and could only pray that his manhood would be ok. All he could do was stay in a tight ball. No thought of the gun being taken from his pocket or his body sliding across the floor as it was thrown into the same corner as Leo. Wait, there was one more thought. He turned his head and vomited up breakfast. Mildly surprised he didn’t throw up his balls as well.

James scrambled up from his knees as the soldier hit the floor. He quickly removed the gun from the pocket it was tucked into and dragged him to the corner and out of the way. He debated trying to knock him out but decided to just let him squirm in agony instead. He stepped back into the room and saw Tommy hugging the Nanny and asking if she was alright. He let out a massive sigh of relief. He kept one eye on the door and called out “Tommy? Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

Tommy heard the authoritative voice that could only belong to his dad. He let go of Nanny Clara and said “Dad! I’m so glad to see you. I’m ok, scared and confused but I’m not hurt.” He looked around and said “Now what? Should we make a run for it?”

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They quickly loaded up the van. Doctor Ren said “Open the bay door. They have until the door fully opens to get here. I would love to take back my specimens but as long as we have our research notes we will at least not leave empty handed.”

Doctor Field said “I agree. It is imperative that we do not get captured.”

Doctor Ren laughed as he said “If need be, we can always send a more persuasive snatch and grab team. Our benefactor was too worried about breakage for my taste.”

They watched the door rise as well as the inside door to the warehouse. Nobody came into the bay. Good or bad. Finally, Dr. Ren said “Fuck em. Times up. Let’s get to the ship. Sgt Kline kill that damn alarm and let’s hope they meet us at the ship.”

Sgt Kline used his phone to shut the alarm down and then drove the van through the door. He turned an immediate right into the open door of another warehouse. This one was empty. They drove through it and then followed a winding path down an alley behind several small strip malls and out into a public street. He had personally scouted the path as an emergency exit in case the warehouse was compromised. It seemed to work as they saw no one and no one was following them. With traffic he expected to be at the pier in under an hour.

He was almost halfway to the pier when he remembered the sissy that he left locked up in the trunk of the car. Shit. He was supposed to bring that guy back. Now he would probably get grabbed up and interrogated. As far as anyone is concerned, he did bring him back. Not his fault if he didn’t make it out in time.

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Suddenly the alarm went out. The silence they wanted after the howling alarms now seemed oppressive, as if people were creeping around outside their room. James stilling feeling like James said “We can’t wait in this room forever. The big question is do we go together or send someone to find help?” Looking at the terrified Tina he made up his mind and said “Never mind. Nobody left behind. We all go, or we all wait and shoot anybody that comes through the door.”

Nanny Clara looked at both of her “boys” and said “Perhaps some clothes would be in order. I’m sure you would make the cover of the newspaper if were rescued and you were both wearing just you pullups and panties.”

Tommy laughed and said “As if a baby dress would be any better. Grab some blankets. We can wrap up in them if we need to. But let’s hurry.”

James said “No clothes for me. I’m hanging on by a thread here and some pretty dress might be too much.”

Then from the back of the room they heard a tearful Tina say “I want my mommy. Can we go home now. Please.”

James looked down at the gun in his hand and then held it out to the Nanny. He said “Take this. I will help Tina. You and Tommy need to get us out of here.”

Nanny Clara looked at James and wanted to protest but even as she watched she could see Janice return. It was in the eyes. They went from old to young. She sighed sadly and said, “Honey go get the blue bag I brought here.” She waited until Janice picked it up. Then she said “Little girls can’t go outside in just their diapers. I think the green dress in there will fit you and then you will look really pretty. The pink dress is for Tina. Who will also look really pretty.” She looked at Tommy and held out the gun and said, “Hold this while I get them dressed.”

Tommy gingerly took the gun. He had never fired a gun before. There was never any desire on his part. He understood the principal of course, point at bad guy and pull the trigger. He knew he could do it if he had too though. He just hoped it wasn’t needed.

Nanny Clara quickly dressed the two subdued but thankfully not overly frightened little girls. She smiled as the girls told each other how pretty they looked.

Janice hugged Tina and said “I luv you pretty Tina” and Tina giggled a tiny bit and said “I luv you too pretty Janice.”  

Nanny Clara shook her head a little. They were three victims and all three found a separate path to recovery. Kind of like the three bears Tina was baby bear, she was momma bear and James was papa bear. She laughed at the odd thought and walked over to Tommy and took the gun back from the relieved teenager. She quickly popped the clip and checked the number of rounds and the chamber. There was a round ready to go. She slowly released the slide and smiled at the awed look on Tommy’s face. She winked and said, “I told you my Grandfather was awesome!”

Nanny Clara looked at Tommy and then the girl holding hands and said “I will take the lead. Tommy keep the girls between you and I. Watch our backs and get everybody to the ground if anybody comes at us.” She hoped she projected a level of confidence that she definitely did not feel. Grandpa taught about guns, but this situation was scaring the shit out of her. She was no commando. But if she let her fear show the girls would probably have a meltdown.

When Tommy nodded and got behind the girls she stepped into the hallway. The building was quiet, and it seemed the only noise she could hear clearly was the blood pounding in her ears. She knew where the closest exit was but decided to try for the more public exit. It would do them no good to exit into the back maze of alleyways and other buildings. A few turns and one long hallway later they reached the little lobby the fronted the street out front. There was a little traffic so Nanny Clara hoped it would be enough to at least slow down any pursuit out the door. Wouldn’t do to beat down a bunch of women in public view.

Nanny Clara tried to push the door open, but it was locked with a deadbolt. You needed a key to unlock it from either side. No surprise really, they never used the door. Too risky. A quick scan of the lobby showed it was completely empty. There was a plate glass window next to the door. She knew it was tinted so they could look out but no one in the street could look in. At least she thought she heard the soldiers talking about it.

She looked down at the only key she had. It was a noisy key and once used they would have move quickly. At least Tommy and the girls would. She was going to lag behind and see what she could do to slow down any pursuit. She had no doubt that a gunshot would be heard all over the building. All she really wanted to do was run herself. She can’t believe she got talked into this undercover bullshit. But one look at the girls clutching each other and shaking with fear and she remembered why she did it.

Nanny Clara said “Tommy, Janice, Tina. All of you cover your ears I’m going to open a window.” She watched as everyone covered their ears. The girls were especially cute as they closed their eyes and scrunched up their noses. She raised the gun and took a bit of an angle. She did not want a bullet going into the street. Hopefully the bullet will enter back into the warehouse where it L’s around the parking area. She fired a shot and was surprised to see the window explode into a bunch of tiny glass squares and fall to the ground. Some kind of safety glass she assumed. Thank God she didn’t have to guide the girls through a window filled with jagged glass.

Tommy hopped through the window and then turned around and helped Tina and Janice through the window. Once they were through, he held Tina’s left hand and Janice’s right hand. There were cars in the street, and he decided it was time to get some attention, maybe call the police on a cell phone.

Nanny Clara watched the hallways and when no one came running she said “I’m coming Tommy. Run toward the street and I will follow behind and make sure no one comes out the window.”

Tommy said “Ok but please be careful and come soon! Remember we are all getting out of this.”

Nanny Clara laughed and said “Oh, I’m getting out of this. We all are. Now run!”

Tommy ran. He pulled the girls along with them and started screaming “Help! Help!” Soon the girls took up the cry and they made a lot of noise as they ran into the street. Tina was overwhelmed and began to cry as she shouted “Mommy…Mommy…Help Mommy.”

Janice yelled “Help! Help!” and she whispered “Mommy” between each help. Wishing a Mommy would come for her too.

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They sat and waited in the SUV. It was boring. Parked in a lot across from the warehouse which they thought was the right building. It was big and a bit back from the road. There was no movement from the place and as far as they knew it could have been empty or held a three ring circus and a hundred clowns. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts and worries. It was all Beatrice could do to keep them from exploding out of the van and charging into the building. She checked her watch. It’s been 20 minutes. She knew there would be a response here soon. No regular cops except for traffic control. Probably a strike team from BB’s.

“Bang!!”

The noise of gun going off snapped everyone from whatever thoughts or worries they had. Everyone jumped and April gave a little scream.

The Head Mistress yelled out “Look the window just shattered by the front door.” She looked out the car window and suddenly she saw Tammi Lee leap through and turn back toward the window. A few minutes later Janice and Tina climbed through.

Suddenly there was a mad scramble to unlock doors and run to the girls. Beatrice was having none of it and shouted “Everyone! Stay in the god dammed car until I say it is safe. For Christ sakes do you want to get shot?”

Julia grabbed April by the waist and held on to the screaming, fighting woman. It was like holding onto a wildcat. She got scratched and punched. She swore “Fuck! April quit biting me”.

April screamed and struggled to get through the car door. Her husband and son were right there. They needed her. Needed her now.

Beatrice saw the girls start running away from the warehouse. Fearing that they were being chased she flung open her door and even as she rounded the hood of the SUV she pulled the slide back and chambered a round. The girls were screaming for help and Tina’s fragile voice screamed for mommy as well. Then she saw another figure leap through the window and come after them. A figure with a gun. She raised her gun. The distance was very far for a handgun. This was real life and not a Clint Eastwood western. There was little chance of hitting the person but maybe she could get lucky or at least slow them down.

Training took over and Beatrice brought the gun sights up and began to pull the trigger. Before she could apply enough force to fire, she took in the rest of the details. It was a woman. Her torn Nanny dress ripped open and flapping in the light wind. Most importantly she ran like she was watching her back and not chasing the children. She held her pose and watched. Slowly taking pressure off the trigger. She turned her attention to the broken window and the adjacent warehouse door.

It was the Head Mistress who exploded from the SUV. Tina’s cries for her Mommy struck deep into a maternal part of her she did not even know she had. Later she would not remember leaving the car or almost being struck by a car in the road. She was just suddenly standing on the center line of the street holding her sobbing baby girl. She stroked Tina’s hair and whispered “It’s ok baby, Mommy has you. Mommy loves you. Shhhush baby, you’re safe now. Mommy loves you sooo much.”

The Head Mistress started a chain reaction. Nothing could keep the rest of the women in the car now. Julia wisely let go of April and after flinging open the car door April sprinted after the Head Mistress. Veronica was just a few steps back. Wanting to be there, to grab hold of Tommy but knowing that it was not a good idea to get in front of April. She just hung back and watched, waiting for her moment.

April grabbed Tommy with one arm and Janice with the other. A small part of her had indeed registered that her husband was wearing a little girl’s dress, and that Tommy was only wearing a pair of girls’ cotton panties. She said “Oh thank God! You’re safe! Are you hurt?”

Tommy endured the hugs and kisses. He loved his mother and was happy to be held by her. He said “We are ok. Nobody is hurt.” Faintly at first, he could hear the sounds of a helicopter approaching as well the cry of police and emergency sirens. Safe. Probably.

Janice let herself be held. It felt nice to be loved even if she was unsure of what was going to happen between her and April. Hearing Tina’s Mommy hold her and love her brought tears to her eyes.

April could see the tears in Janice’s eyes. They were not James’s eyes. But she was past that now. She what take both of them. Wife easy. Mother. Already done it with Tommy. She would worry about getting James back later. First, she had a daughter to acknowledge. She put her lips against Tommy’s ear and did the second hardest thing she ever did. She said, “I need to talk to your dad and, and, Veroncia needs you.”

Tommy knew how much those words cost his mom. She was not ready for him to go to college let alone go to another woman. He kissed her cheek and said “I love you mom. I will always be your little boy.” He laughed and added “Even when I’m someone else’s little girl.” He kissed his mom again and went to find Veronica.

April kept her sigh to herself. Now for the hardest thing she ever did. She pulled Janice in tight and began to stroke her hair and said “It’s ok Janice, Mommy is here. Everything is going to be ok.”

Janice froze at the word Mommy. She had dreamed of a Mommy forever. It couldn’t be true. April said she was some sort of freak. How could she be Mommy now? Was it another cruel taunt? She turned to run. It was so mean of April! She tried to pull away, but April wouldn’t let her. Instead, she just sank to her knees and let out sobs. Where was Nanny Edna? She would stop this. Being teased about having a Mommy was too much. She slipped her thumb into her mouth and pulled herself into a tight little ball and closed her eyes tight.

April pulled the sobbing child into her arms. Janice didn’t respond. She just cried and sucked on her thumb. Her own tears fell. April was shocked at the collapse of her husband. She knew it would not be an easy path, but she didn’t think she it be like this. She looked up as the Head Mistress appeared. She cried out “Rose. I don’t understand. I thought Janice wanted me to be her Mommy? Why is she crying? Please help me.”

The Head Mistress sat down and stroked Janice’s face. Where was Edna when she needed her? Softly she said “Janice, can you hear me sweetie?” When there was a slight nod she said, “Open your eyes baby and look at me.” When Janice opened her eyes, and they had eye contact she said “Why are you crying? I thought you always wanted a Mommy?”

Janice’s eyes got big and she pulled her thumb a little ways out of her mouth and whispered “Auntie Rose, I want a Mommy more than anything else in the whole world. Everyone has a Mommy except me. Nobody wants to be my Mommy.” Her eyes shining with more tears she said “Tina got a Mommy, the girls at McDonalds all have Mommies. But nobody wants me. Nanny Edna says she loves me but still won’t be my Mommy. It’s not fair! Why can’t a Mommy love me too?” Janice put her thumb back in her mouth.

The Head Mistress was shocked. She and Edna had deliberately stayed away from being a Mommy figure in Janice’s life. They thought they were able to bring James into being because they had not been a Mommy. Edna wanted to be this girl’s Mommy so much that she cried on those nights Janice became James and left the nursery she had built for her. They had built James up on a faulty assumption. This breakdown was always going to happen. Probably much sooner than later. She shook herself. James was secondary. First and always first, was Janice.

The Head Mistress said “Honey, I thought you loved April? Why can’t she be your Mommy?”

Around the three of them there was an assumed air of being alone. As if there were no flashing lights and scrambling agents. Beatrice ensured they were not disturbed. She kept them back, giving them what little privacy, she could.

Janice wouldn’t look at April when she said “She doesn’t want to be my Mommy. She is just being mean. Pretending to be my Mommy to make it hurt more when she leaves me.” Janice closed her eyes again and let more tears and sobs as she choked out “She said I was freak. A sick bitch. How can she love me if she thinks I’m a twisted baby experiment?” She struggled to leave April’s arms. To get away from the pain. She wanted her crib, her stuffies, her nanny.

April let Janice go to the Head mistress. The words were a shock to her system. She had yelled out a lot of those words at Edna’s house. Not knowing that Janice was there or listening. She had been angry and shocked. She had just shouted out her anger. But how do you explain that to a hurt and emotionally vulnerable little girl. April was on the cusp of turning away, running from the pain she had inflicted. She had no idea what to do.

The Head Mistress suddenly yelled “Fight for her now, goddam it! Walking away will only make her believe it more. Remember Mommies fight for their babies. Be a Mom or let her go.”

April stiffened. The rebuke, a slap in the face. The Head Mistress was right. This is what she wanted. She gently pulled Janice’s chin up to look at her and said “Your right Janice. I said some mean and hurtful things. I was confused and angry. I felt that Edna was playing games with me. Keeping secrets.”

April leaned in and kissed Janice on the forehead and her cheeks. Softly she said “I’m not a perfect Mommy. I make mistakes sometimes. I love you. I love all of you. Give me a chance. I will be your Momma. I will be the Mommy you always dreamed of.”

Janice felt her heart speed up. She was still hurt and shy. She trembled as she whispered, “You don’t hate me?”

April smiled a little and said “I don’t hate you baby. I love you with all my heart.”

Janice finally said the thing that really weighed on her. The thing that she felt would never allow April to be her Mommy. She said “I lied to you. All these years I hid from you. Too scared to tell you what you deserved to know. How can you ever love a girl that has been that naughty? Are you going to leave me if James’s can’t come back?” She paused for a breath and said, “What if you only love James and not me?”

April pulled the girl across her lap and planted more kisses across her cheeks. She said “I love you. I love James, I love Janice. You are the same person. I don’t care about the lie. We both behaved badly. Let’s both try to be good. Ok?”

Janice gave a little half smile and nodded her head. She felt like exploding! She finally had a Mommy!

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Veronica seized Tommy’s hand and dragged him into the SUV. Only Katherine was paying any attention and she quickly turned her back to the couple and pretended to see nothing. She pulled him into a tight embrace and began to cry. Her voice was a bit muffled by his shoulder as she said “You scared me to death! Don’t ever do that again.” She stammered as she said, “I thought I’d lost you.”

Tommy held Veronica close. For the first time feeling like an adult, like a man, in their new relationship. He ran his hand up and down her back with one hand and said “I’m ok V. Nobody got hurt. Well none of the good guys anyway. I’m sorry you had to worry about me.” He hesitated a bit and said, “I love you V. I wish we never would have parted in high school.”

Veronica sat up and said, “Well there was plenty of blame to go around.” She giggled a little and said, “Thanks for running over Mrs. Nelson’s prize roses.”

Tommy laughed and said, “Don’t forget destroying the fence and hitting her car.” He thought for a moment and said, “I may have to give that cat some tuna.”

Veronica said, “What cat?”

Tommy snuggled closer to Veronica and said “There was a cat in the road that night. I swerved to miss it and crashed into Mrs. Nelson’s yard.”

Veronica said, “If it’s a stray were adopting it.” She looked down at Tommy’s lap and said “By the way I really like your outfit. Those panties are very sexy.” She ran her hand down the front and said, “Very sexy”.

Tommy gulped and kissed Veronica as her hand wondered over his rapidly responding member. He was wondering if the cotton panties would burst open when the front door of the SUV opened a crack.

Katherine giggled and said “Cover that up Tommy. Were heading to the hospital to get you and the girls checked out and to have a briefing.”

Tommy’s face flamed red as Veronica moved some of her dress to cover his lap. The only good news was his mom and dad were riding in another car.

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(This is Chapter 17. We are getting close to the end. One more chapter and then a large epilogue. (CCApril@Proton.me)).

[Babypants]

I'm glad that you took your time with this one because it's far and away your best chapter.  The pacing is fast, consistently so, which is a big plus in scenes like this.  A lot of the missing plot details are starting to click into place, and presumably the next chapter and epilogue will let us know who the various bad guys are (I continue to go on the assumption that both of the players in this story are bad news).

One final thought.  BB's will have to be shut down, for the simple reason that programs like this can only proceed in darkness.  But like the Phoenix rising from the ashes, it will undoubtedly be resurrected in a different place and in a different form.  Such is the nature of government programs everywhere. 

[BabySofia]

Glad to see an update from this, and a good conclusion to the kidnapping here. I look forward to seeing everything wrapped up! 🙂

[dmavn]

This story has been awesome and a wonderful wild ride. It will be sad to see it finished, much like baby sofia’s stories I shout in glee every time there is an update, but I guess all good things must eventually have an end.. <sigh>

[CCApril]

4 hours ago, Babypants said:

One final thought.  BB's will have to be shut down, for the simple reason that programs like this can only proceed in darkness.  But like the Phoenix rising from the ashes, it will undoubtedly be resurrected in a different place and in a different form.  Such is the nature of government programs everywhere. 

Once again you are ahead of me. BB's government affiliation will becoming to an end. maybe not financially (Settlement seems likely) but the end of the program babies.   The rise somewhere else? That is what epilogues are for!

Thanks for support and kind words. It's funny that only after I wrote this chapter did I notice that all the bad guys got beat because instead of doing their jobs they were listening to their pants. Funny how a theme can work its way into your story with out planning it.

April

2 hours ago, dmavn said:

This story has been awesome and a wonderful wild ride. It will be sad to see it finished, much like baby sofia’s stories I shout in glee every time there is an update, but I guess all good things must eventually have an end.. <sigh>

I agree. The end of any of Baby Sofia's stories makes me sad. The good news is I have three more stories bouncing around my head. A DD story about a hellcat, A tie in story to BB's and a werewolf story.  I probably won't post the werewolf story here. No diapers or age play planned. Once I figure out where to post it I will shamelessly plug it here though

I'm glad you enjoyed my story. Much more to come before I stamp it complete.

April

 

2 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Glad to see an update from this, and a good conclusion to the kidnapping here. I look forward to seeing everything wrapped up!

Thank you Sofia! Your kind words on mine and a lot of other stories here mean a lot to all of us would be writers.

April

 

 

[littlebopeeper]

Looking forward to the final chapter of this fine story.  Are you going to give us a holiday treat?

[CCApril]

Short answer is YES!

Long answer is probably on Sunday, may be Saturday night. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

April

[6firewall6]

On 11/21/2023 at 9:01 PM, CCApril said:

Short answer is YES!

Long answer is probably on Sunday, may be Saturday night. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

April

I hope everything is ok. I don't want to rush you if it is not ready but I am defiantly looking forward to the next chapter

[CCApril]

All good here. Thanksgiving went a little sideways. Pulled some back muscles and tweaked a knee moving some heavy things I should not have moved by myself. Just too stubborn to listen to my wife.  Not sure which was worse the pain or the I told you so. End result was I did not feel up to sitting at the computer and typing. I have three more "scenes" to write and then I can post the last chapter. Then I will work on the epilogue. lots of fun coming with that (Edna still needs Tammi Lee for a garden party after all).  Thanks for the concern!

April  

[CCApril]

(Thank you all for your patience!!)

BB’s Nursery and Day Care Chapter 18

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When they got back to the hospital all three of kidnapped children were examined by an on-call doctor. The doctor was surprisingly blasé about the clothing and actions of the adult pre-school girls. April wasn’t sure if it was a seen all done that attitude or a phone call from hospital management. Either way she was glad for a physical exam without the need to try and call for a psyche evaluation. The doctor pronounced them healthy but dehydrated. He had a nurse give each of them an I.V. with saline and said, “This should make you all feel better.” He turned to April and the Head Mistress and said, “Once the I.V. is done and the needle removed you can take them home.” Both April and the Head Mistress said, “Thank you doctor.”

The doctor took two steps toward the door and snapped his fingers and said “Almost forgot. Nobody cried from the needle and good behavior should be rewarded.” He reached into his lab coat and handed out three suckers. He ruffled each of their heads and whistled a tune as he headed out on his rounds.

April smiled a bit. Her smile fell away as she looked at the Head Mistress and said “Rose, I need to talk to Edna, mind watching the kids for a bit?”

The Head Mistress was still hovering a little over Tina. This whole kidnapping thing had brought up a lot of buried feelings. She just felt the need to be close to her daughter. The Head Mistress nodded her head and said “No, problem April. I think your right about that talk.”

April kissed Janice and Tommy on the cheek. When she saw the slightly pouty face of Tina, she kissed her too. It was a bit of a walk to Edna’s room but the time to gather her thoughts was welcome.

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Veronica stepped out of Mrs. Nelsons hospital room and almost hit April with the door. She said “I’m sorry Mrs. Wilder. I didn’t see you. Are you ok? Did I hit you?”

April had stopped just short of the arc of the opening door. Fortunately, the door missed her. She looked up at the tall girl that had stolen her little boy’s heart. Apparently right under her nose during tutoring. She smiled and said “Not the best way to treat your boyfriend’s mom. No, you missed me. This time anyway.” Then she gave Veronica a wink. Then added “We need to sit down and have a talk soon Veronica.”

Veronica gulped and said, “I would like that Mrs. Wilder.”

April nodded and said, “Goodbye dear” and went into the room.

Veronica stared after the closing door and shivered. Somehow, some way she needed to get on her good side. She was pretty sure she had one. Somewhere. Then she put Mrs. Wilder out of her mind. Once her Tommy was released she got Mrs. Nelson’s permission to take Tommy back to her room at BB’s. Tomorrow Tammi Lee would return but today and tonight Tommy was all hers!

April listened at the door and giggled a little. She was beginning to like Veronica, but it wouldn’t do to be too easy on her. From the bed she heard “Hell April, why don’t you chase her around with a hockey mask or something. How bad do you need to scare the girl? Don’t you think she would be good enough for Tommy?”

April said “Oh I’m beginning to like the girl, but she needs to know that I’m keeping an eye on her. Honestly, I trust Tommy, but I don’t want to see him get hurt. I’m sure a little mom to girlfriend talking will help set the groundwork of my expectations from her.” She sighed “I just didn’t expect to have to share him with anybody this summer before college starts or ever for that matter.”

There was a long silence and Edna said “Janice.”

April answered with “Janice.”

April reached into purse and pulled out a slightly crumpled and tear stained letter and said, “I need you to read this letter Edna.”

With a hesitant hand Edna took the letter from April. She glanced at it and then pulled it to her chest. She sighed and said “James wrote this during your cancer scare. His control slipped badly, and he spent more time in the nursery than he wanted. It scared him.” She looked up at April and said “Are you sure you want me to read this? He wrote it for you.”

Edna usually looked like an unstoppable, perfectly composed women. Now April thought she just looked scared, vulnerable and old. April leaned in and kissed her forehead and said, “You need to read it.”

Edna just nodded and opened the letter and began to read it. When she put the letter down her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She said “I would watch Rose and Tina together. It was always a little stab to my heart when Tina called Rose mommy and Jancie would call me Nanny Edna.”

She swallowed hard and barely held it together as she said “What the hell did we know? There are manuals for what happened to them or how to find a way for them to live their adult lives. Janice had gained so much freedom as James. We did not want to push her. I was afraid that my selfish desire to be Janice’s Mommy and my desire to be James’s Mother would somehow undo all of our hard work. I was afraid having a Mommy would make her revert to being more like Tina.”

The two women held hands the shared pain beginning a bonding process between the two of them. April said “I was always so jealous of you. James always had time for you. I had never made the connection between my feelings and your true role. My mother in law!”  

Edna’s eyes widened a little and said “I always felt that you had taken my child away from me. It was why I wanted James to tell you the truth. I thought I would get more time with him if you knew and accepted it.”

Edna paused and said “Do you accept April? I mean accept that James needs to be Jancie sometimes. Not just a little girl, sometimes a baby girl?”

April pulled up a chair and sat down. She said “I do. I’m not giving up on my marriage as much as expanding on it. I have a plan.” She giggled a little and said, “I call it Baby Steps”.

Edna started giggling but lost it quickly into full hearted laugh. She snorted out “How appropriate!”

April said, “I know, right?”

April said “First for the future. When we get James’s back. Not if but when. He will still need you. He will need a Mom, not a good friend or ex nanny but a Mom. All son’s still need there Mom’s.” Suddenly she got a shy look and added “I feel a little lost myself since my Mom died two years ago. I was kind of hoping that I could….” April never finished as Edna suddenly sat up and pulled her into a hug.

Edna held April tightly and softly said “Yes. Yes, of course I will. I feel like I’m still dreaming. This was how I wanted us to be along.” She sobbed a little “Two daughters and a son and a grandson. You have made this old woman so very happy!”

They were still hugging when the Head Mistress slipped into the room. She stopped after a few steps and said “Holy shit! I always miss the good stuff. Edna what happened?”

April sat back into her chair and watched a very happy and smiley Edna say “Oh you know. Just getting some dreams to come true.”

April snickered a bit as the Head Mistress just cocked her head and stared at Edna.

Edna yelled in an almost scream “I finally get to a Mommie to Janice, a Mom to James, a Mom to April and a Grandma to Tommy.”

The Head Mistress sank into an open chair and said “My god Edna. Finally, finally!” Soon all three of them were hugging and sniffling a bit.

When the hugging broke up the Head Mistress stood up and said “I just came in to tell you the Doctor said the kids are ok to leave. Mr. Gray called and said BB’s is secure and to not go to our homes until he gives the all clear.” She harrumphed and said, “While I don’t really trust him anymore, I’m sure he is right about this.” She gave April another hug and said “I will ride over with them and let them find something to play with. That includes Tommy as well, April. When your done here with Edna come to BB’s.”

April said “Before you go can you bring them by here first? Then I will just go with you.”

Edna said “Oh Please? That sounds wonderful.”

The Head Mistress laughed and said “Ok. Give me a few minutes. Nanny Marge was sending over some clothes. Once they are dressed, we will pop in.”

After the Head Mistress left April said “Back to operation Baby Steps. I propose to have Janice live with you in the nursery. I want her to as much Mommy time as she can. As much little girl time as she wants. Walks in the park, tea parties, dress up, all the things that make her happy. She will have her Mommy right there with her.” April continued but there was a slight hitch to her voice as she said “I will be just down the street and can come visit as much as she wants me there. I can..”

Edna’s sharp voice rang out “No! That won’t do at all. Janice needs both of her Mommies. You will move in as well. I have plenty of space. We both need to be there. You are needed and welcome in my house April. No discussion.”

April smiled the relief evident as she said “Thanks Mom. I needed to hear that. I wanted it but really needed you to say it.”

Edna said “Your very welcome. I guess we will give Janice all the baby girl and toddler love we can and slowly ask about James and try to draw him out?”

April said “Yes, I’m hoping that will begin to show after Janice is truly happy.”

Edna gripped April’s hand and said “It is as good as a plan as anything I could have come up with. I can’t wait to get out of this damn hospital.”

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Locked up in a temporary holding cell Suzy sat on the floor and hated herself. She sold out her friends and what were basically children. She knew nothing more than she did last night. Was her wife released? Was she even alive? What about the Nanny that got shot did she live?

What about the children? They were adults but their minds were still innocent. Especially Tina. Everyone loves Tina.

She had no answers. Nobody even asked her any questions. Nobody would even talk to her. If there had been a sheet on the bed, she might have even considered suicide. What good was living when you couldn’t live with yourself?

The door to the cell opened and Suzy didn’t bother to look up. This way she could at least avoid the disgusted looks and crippling disdain that was turned her way. There was small clatter as a food tray was kicked across the floor toward her. When the door clanged shut, she raised her eyes enough to see the tray of food. Lunch.

She was very hungry. Suzy couldn’t remember the last time she ate anything. Probably before Peggy was taken from her. She didn’t want to think about Peggy. When she did all she saw were the pictures. Those awful horrible pictures.

The tray held what looked like a school lunch. A sad looking sandwich, an apple, a handful of plain potato chips and a small carton of milk. In an empty spot on the tray were some crumbs from what was probably a cookie. Whoever brought her lunch felt like she didn’t deserve a cookie. That was ok. She didn’t feel she deserved one either.

Suzy ate the food without enthusiasm. She idly wondered if prison food would be any better. She was almost done when she picked up the napkin and a small slip of paper fell to the floor. She picked it up curiously and read:

Mrs. Cole,

While I understand your decision making, I’m deeply upset that you did not see fit to share your circumstances with me. Right now, there is not much I can do for you. This is a situation that you elected to put yourself in. I suggest you tell the truth, plead guilty and see what happens.

What I can do for you is give you some peace of mind. Your wife Peggy was released unharmed and other than some bumps and bruises appears to be in ok condition. They did not carry out any of the threats against her body. Right now, she is at home awaiting word of what will happen to you.

The Nanny who was shot will eventually make a full recovery. Lots of rehab in her future.

Agent Petrov will also make a full recovery. She was badly beaten by an undercover agent. Indeed, she refused to stay in the hospital.

All the kidnapped victims were recovered. They were unharmed.

Grey

 

Suzy read the letter three times and finally found that she did have some tears remaining. She cried in relief. Peggy was ok, the children were ok. Her guilt was still strong but no longer unbearable. She felt she could face the storm now.

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Clara sat at a conference table at BB’s. It was a surreal experience for her. She had not been back since she left and that was many years ago. She couldn’t wait for a chance to wander around. She looked across the table at Senior Agent Brigger, Agent Petrov and Beatrice. They wanted yet another debrief of what had happened in the warehouse and how she got involved.

Clara cleared her throat and took a sip of water. She had already explained who she was and her connection to BB’s. She said “As I told you I have been in the area for some time. I even got to be Tommy’s teacher for a year. I wanted to be here, near everyone. I wanted to reconnect, but I always felt that they might not want me to. I have had a great life once my grandparents took over.” She sighed a little and said, “I was afraid that Tina and Janice would hate me for what I was able to accomplish.”

She grimaced and said “Also I never believed they were truly safe. Not that I thought the Doctors would try to grab them again, but it was always a fear. While I am an adult with no inner child like James, I do suffer from paranoia, particularly that I will be forced back to childhood someday.”

She looked at Senior Agent Brigger and said “Here is what you want to know but I don’t know how much help it will be. About four days ago I was contacted by someone named Barrel Rider.”

Beatrice started laughing and said, “Is your friend a hobbit?”

Clara flashed a cheeky grin and said “Right! That’s what I asked my grandfather when he told me what his old military buddy was called. He said if he ever used the Hobbit as a source for the nickname, I would know he was lying.” She gave a little smile and said, “Grandfather hinted that it had something to do with an extremely fat Vietnamese prostitute.”

While Senior Agent Brigger and Agent Petrov managed to keep a straight face, Beatrice collapsed into her chair crying real tears as she laughed. Beatrice said “Oh, God. Oh God. I think I peed myself.”

Trying mightily to keep a straight face Senior Agent Brigger said “Can I assume the man gave you enough information to convince you?

Nodding, Clara giggled and said, “When I asked, he said I got it by riding exotic Vietnamese wildlife. I asked him if he meant, like a water buffalo. Then he said Something like that.”

All the ladies were laughing now. Just when it ended Beatrice cried out “Mooooo baby!” and started the whole group laughing once again.

Once the room settled down Clara said “Barrel Rider knows my past through my grandfather. Obviously, he knows more than either I or even my grandfather knew he did. Then again, my grandfather wasn’t one to share secrets if they didn’t need to be shared either.” She continued “He asked me if I was ready to do more than watch from the sidelines. He could get me an interview for a Nanny position. The position was with those two dumbass doctors. It was a chance to be on the inside just in case they managed to pull off a snatch and grab. Help tip the balance so to speak.”

Clara shrugged and said “The interview was basic. They needed someone who could help with a couple of special needs adults. My new resume was perfect for what they were looking for. They happened to forget to mention trips out of the country or kidnapping when going over the job description.”

Senior Agent Brigger frowned. It was beginning to sound like some interagency bullshit. Some upper management games of one upmanship or something. The kind of stuff the made or broke careers. She wondered if Grey was the real target all along. She said “You’re not a trained agent. How were you supposed to help? Your Grandfathers friend was feeding you to the wolves without a rescue plan? Hell, you almost got raped!”

Clara sighed. It was difficult to explain why she didn’t feel quite the same way. She said “I’m sure my being raped was not something he considered. You know it and I know it, we could be raped walking out of a supermarket just as easily. How could he have figured these guys were such pathic scum bags?” She paused and continued “My role was to offer any help or support if an opportunity presented itself. He promised me that if worse came to worse he would see me safe once he was able to put a stop to it. Whatever it was.”

Senior Agent Brigger decided to move on and said “You told us before they were planning on getting on a ship. The amount of ship traffic out of the nearest port is humungous. Is there anything that you can think of that they might have said, or did that could help narrow down the search? We can’t stop and search every ship.”

Clara gave the agent a grimace and said “I have already told you everything I know. They never mentioned leaving on ship until last night. I didn’t see any papers laying around or overhear any conversations. I’m sorry I can’t be any more help.”

Sighing inwardly, Senior Agent Brigger asked the next pressing question “What about Agent Gusterson? Did you see him at all? Did he show up and deliver some notebooks?” She then opened her cell phone and showed Clara a picture of Agent Gusterson. “Did you see this man at all, at any time?” she asked.

Clara studied the picture. The man was young and good looking, almost too cute for a man. She had never seen him before. She said “Nope. I never saw him or heard the name. I hope nothing happened to your agent. I was kept pretty isolated from the people coming and going.”

Senior Agent Brigger had hoped for some positive news that the notebooks had been delivered. The devices planted in them would give a solitary ping in about four more hours. They had moved some resources in to help pick it up if it happened off the coast. She hated little bastards like Gusterson but she didn’t want him dead either.

Senior Agent Brigger stood up from the table and said “That’s all for now. Let’s find Nanny Marge and get you settled her for the day and tonight. We are bringing everyone here to BB’s until we have the all clear and that it is safe for everyone to go home.”

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Mistress Trinity had stopped only once on her long trip to Bakersfield. Her safe house was on the edge of town and there were no neighbors in almost a half mile in any direction. The house was set back from the dirt road and toward the back of the ten acres of desert and scrubby creosote bushes. The house looked old, and the paint was peeling. It was supposed to look this way. All the houses in this area looked this way. The inside was another matter. Clean, modern and set up for various aspects of her lifestyle. She sighed as the garage door opened. The programable remote had three buttons and the garage code was programmed into the third button. Fortunately, the house keys were hidden in the garage. This was supposed to be her home with Mary Anne. They were going to be happy here. Well to be honest she was going to be happy, and her little sex slave would just do as she was told.

She pulled into the garage and let the door close behind the car as she shut the engine off. Her head hurt and she tried not to move her jaw. She could barely tolerate the straw in her mouth from the large ice-cold Dr. Pepper she had purchased when she gassed up. She needed to change into something more mainstream and get her ass to the emergency room.

She walked over to a work bench and poured out a selection of nails, bolts and nuts from a small dirty coffee can. Taped to the bottom of the can was the key to the door from the garage to the kitchen. As she passed the car and headed for the kitchen, she could hear two distinct noises. One was the ticking noise of a hot engine beginning to cool and the other was a cough. Mistress Trinity almost dropped her car keys at the noise. She knew the garage was empty. There was no place anybody could hide. Then the sound came again. It came from the trunk of her car. She whispered “Fuck”. Now what? She had a well hidden hideout and now somebody would know where she was.

She looked around the garage and grabbed a hammer from the work bench. This would not be the first body she had to hide.

Mistress Trinity popped open the trunk and raised the hammer high over her head ready to strike at anybody leaping out at her. Instead of a being attacked she was greeted by the sight of the sweetest looking sissy she ever saw. He was wearing Mary Anne’s nightgown and one of her pullups. It was obviously well used. No surprise really. Whomever it was had been in there for at least as long as the ride here.

The little sissy was curled into a ball and almost unconscious. Probably some sort of exhaust leak she thought. Mistress Trinity smiled a bit, as least as much as her swollen face would allow. She had lost her beloved Mary Anne, but she gained a new toy. She did love training a new sissy. Mistress Trinity pulled the sissy from the trunk and gently set her onto the garage floor. She really wasn’t up to carrying the new toy into the house. She really wanted to get her into the training room she had built for Mary Anne. There were lots of ways to restrain her there.

A sudden inspiration hit, and she quickly unlocked the door to the kitchen and hurried into the small office. She grabbed the rolling office chair and pushed it into the garage. Instant wheelchair. It was a struggle but eventually she managed to wheel the sissy into the house to the training room. She knew that there was a good chance she would have to stay at least one night in the hospital. This limited her options to only one good one. In the corner of the room was a floor drain and a water hose. High on the wall were hooks for hanging enema bottles. There were also several steel rings embedded in the floor as well.

Mistress Trinity gently placed her new toy on the floor and grabbed some bondage gear from a large cabinet holding a scary number of paddles, crops, dildos, and other more exotic types of accessories. She snapped a steel collar around the sissy’s neck and locked it closed. Two more locks and a length of chain ensured that the sissy could reach the faucet for water and the drain for relief. Now she could concentrate on gathering up her new identification and insurance cards and get to the emergency room. She smiled down at her sissy and said through her clenched teeth “Welcome to your new home Cindi. Mommy is going to take good care of you.”

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The only safe place with enough room to hole up in for the night was BB’s. The Headmistress, April, Nanny Veronica, Janice, Tina and Tommy arrived in an escorted SUV driven by Nanny Katherine.

April held Janice’s hand as they walked into the building. Following behind the Headmistress as she led the way holding tightly to Tina’s hand. It was obvious to April that the kidnapping of Tina hit the Headmistress especially hard. She was seldom away from Tina’s side and seemed to always be in physical contact. Hand holding, kisses, and hugs were applied liberally. It was the kind of relationship that April wanted to have with Janice, at least when she was not being James.

The Headmistress led everyone into the large daycare area. Almost immediately the girls started to bounce on their toes, finally excited. Something they desperately wanted. Playtime. The Headmistress could feel the excitement grow and knew when it was time to let them free. She smiled at the girls and said “Girls you can go play until dinner is ready!”

Both girls screamed “Yeah!!”

Tina turned to her Mommy and said, “Tank you Mommy!” and with a quick hug she went for the dollies and all the clothes to dress them.

Janice looked at April and softly said “Me too      Mommy?” The word Mommy soft and filled with wonder. She could not say it enough. The word made her heart sing. But yet. But yet she was scared too. Scared that the word might be taken from her.

April smiled and hugged Janice tightly. Then with a kiss to her forehead said “Yes sweetie. You too. Go play Mommy is not going anywhere.

Janice’s answering smile should have lit up the city. She was still smiling as ran and yelled “Tinaaaa wait for me.”

The Headmistress gave April a smile and wiped away a stray tear. She said “I thought I lost this. I could not bear to lose my sweet child.” She stood tall and gave herself a little shake and said “April can you please watch the girls. I will see about food, baths and beds. I think we will camp here in the big room tonight.” When April nodded her head, she walked out of the room started shouting for Nanny Marge.

April looked for Tommy, but it appeared that he and Veronica had made a quick escape. Since he seemed to be the oldest of her children at the moment, she let it go. God knows if he can find a little comfort, he should take it. Not wanting to dwell on what her little boy might be up to she turned back to the playing girls.

April found a chair, sat and just watched the girls play. She could see two adult men dressed as little girls. But they acted like exuberant five year olds. It was fascinating to watch. They chattered like five year olds, they walked like five year olds and the played like little girls. She watched as Janice dropped to the floor and started combing the hair of her dolly. Laid out around her was a large number of different outfits. Including diapers and diaper covers.

She was so enthralled by Janice she did not see Tina until she was right in front of her and said, “Miss April?”

She didn’t quite jump and recovered herself in time to say “Yes dear? Do you need something honey?”

Then something in Tina’s eyes changed and suddenly there was not a little girl anymore, not an adult but not a little girl. With a more mature voice Tina said “Miss April I want to tell you something, but you have to promise me you won’t tell my Mother. Can you promise me?”

April was shocked. She had been told that Tina couldn’t grow up.

Like all mom’s she learned her share of mom speak raising Tommy. She said “Honey, I can’t promise not to tell your Mom if I think it would be unsafe not to tell her. As long as you can live with that, I can promise to keep your secret.”

Tina thought for a moment and said “Deal.”

Tina licked her lips and said “This is hard for me Miss April. I don’t like being a big girl. I hate it.”

“Why don’t you like it? You make a very nice big girl.” April said trying to make sense of the situation.

Tina struggled with her thoughts and said “Nightmares. All the time. The bad man comes and does bad things. Things that big girls understand, and little girls do not.” Her body shook with emotion. Nobody knew she could grow up. She wouldn’t speak now except for Janice. She would do anything for Janice.

Seeing her shaking April pulled her in for a hug.

“I’m a very happy little girl Miss April. Mommy loves me, Aunt Edna loves me, Jancie loves me. I don’t have any dreams of being loved from before only nightmares of the bad man. I’m a little girl and that is enough for me.” Tina said into April’s neck as she was tightly held.

April wanted to scream, to cry. They were all so broken. So desperate to find their own way. She whispered “Ok Tina. I won’t tell her. But someday you should. She loves you. She deserves to know. “

Knowing or not knowing something seemed to be a major part of April’s life right now.

For a several long seconds Tina didn’t say anything. She was a good girl. She didn’t tell fibbers, she ate her veggies, she did what she was told (mostly). Was not telling her Mommie a bad thing? She wasn’t sure. “I will think about it Miss April. I don’t want my Mom to be disappointed in me. Ever.”

“That’s all I ask sweetie. Now what did you want to tell me?” April asked pulling back enough to look at Tina’s face.

“It’s about James. Janice loves being James. I just want you to not look so sad all the time. Once Janice gets enough Mommy time James will come back” she said. Her doey eyes filled with unsplit tears as she said “She always wanted a Mommy. Seeing everyone with a Mommy was so hard and made her so sad. Please, please, please be her Mommy forever. “

April watched as the youth returned to Tina’s eyes once more.

“Pwease Miss April. My best friend, my sister, needs a Mommy too.” Tina pleaded.

Kissing the cheek of the pleading child April said, “I will be the bestest Mommy for Janice and would love to be your Auntie too.”

Tina’s eye got wide, and her breath caught in her throat. “Really? Really? Auntie April?” she gasped excitedly.

April giggled a little and with a laugh said “Yes precious. Really, Really.”

Tina spun around and ran screaming to Janice “Janice, Janice! Your Mommy is going to be my Auntie! Now we can have birthday parties again and sleepovers!”

Janice said “Really? Mommy said she would be your Auntie?” She whipped her head around and looked at her Mommy with big eyes. This was a big deal. Janice was afraid in her heart that her new Mommy might decide to stop being her Mommy. The thought of losing a Mommy was much worse than not having a Mommy. But if she was willing to be an Auntie too? Maybe she was really going to be her Mommy, forever.

April saw the look sent her way. It was filled with hope, longing and underlined with a hint of desperation. She smiled and nodded. The more she watched the less she saw of the adult bodies and saw the true children shine through. She even laughed a little as they threw themselves onto the floor and started playing with the dolls.

She watched the carefree play and kept her own fears at bay. Her own fears about what kind of relationship she could have with James.

The Headmistress watched the exchange between April and Tina from the hallway as she organized food, bath and bedding. She was surprised that Tina showed April. As far as she knew Tina had not shared that with anybody. She knew that Tina could grow up of course. This Mommy knew everything about her child. She knew from watching endless surveillance videos over the years. She had seen several times where Tina thought she was unobserved and played with some older kids toys or watched the odd tv show.

The Headmistress knew how truly broken Tina was. How broken she was before even coming to BB’s. She had investigated the family and as far as she could determine that there was not a single day back when Tina was Chris that he was ever shown love and affection. Never wanted, except to do farm chores and for a sick father to abuse and a drunk mother to ignore or ridicule.

For many years she had worried about Tina’s nightmares. They were almost impossible to treat. The root cause memories were gone. How could you face your past when all you were left with were bad dreams? The mind was complex and even though there were no memories, there were echoes and fears in parts of the brain the doctors never touched, and she could never reach.

She crossed her fingers. Maybe Tina was finally ready to tell her about it. She did not want to ever lose her little girl, but it would be nice for them to have some big girl fun together once and while.

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Tommy held onto Veronica’s hand as she led them quietly away. He trembled a little. He was scared and so, so excited to be alone with Veronica. Alone in her bedroom.

He watched as she punched the door code and opened the door. She led him into the room, and he looked around but only Veronica registered in his brain. The only real thing in the room. Before the door could latch shut, she grabbed him and pulled him to her chest and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her and let her weep. He rubbed her back.

“Tommy” she cried softly. “I thought I lost you. Again.”

Tommy let her cry and just held her close. Once the tears started to slow, he said “I am here V. I will always be here for you V.”

Veronica smiled and wiped her tears and said “Always?”

“Yes V, always” he said smiling back.

“When I’m V?” she said, and her smile started to grow.

“Yes” said Tommy.

“When I’m Nanny V?” she asked, kissing his lips lightly.

“Yes” said Tommy and kissed her back.

“When I’m Mommy?” she said, forcing her tongue into Tommy’s oh so willing mouth.

Tommy pulled back just a bit and uttered “God Yes!” before Veronica continued her oral assault on his tonsils.

When Veronica finished kissing Tommy, she began taking off the scrubs the hospital gave him to wear home. When Tommy tried to help, she slapped his hands away and said “Patience love. You will get your turn to undress me.” Veronica took her time, letting her fingers linger over Tommy hot skin. She giggled a bit as the pants caught on Tommy’s hard cock. She squatted low and helped free his feet. This gave her an excellent view of Tommy’s excitement. She gave the head a tiny kiss and a little lick as she stood back up.

Tommy was breathing hard. When Veronica kissed him, he almost lost it. She had him on the edge with the slow undressing and the wandering hands. But now it was his turn.

Veronica was wearing her Nanny dress. While Tommy and the others were being checked out by the doctor she had had time to go shower, change clothes and pump her breasts. This did not go unnoticed by Tommy as he kissed, nibbled and licked Veronica’s shoulders as her dress slipped to the floor.

Tommy ignored her bra covered breasts and a very sexy pair of panties as he dropped to his knees and removed Veronica’s shoes. He gently and slowly slipped her stocking down each leg. He had not had the opportunity to explore her body before and he was taking his time.

Veronica had two lovers before but neither of them showed a fraction of the passion Tommy did. None of them seemed to care about how she felt, about her needs. When Tommy started kissing and licking the back of her knee, she could not hold back a small sigh. She never even knew that spot was sensitive let alone erotic.

Tommy heard her and doubled his efforts on the soft sexy spot he discovered. One last lingering suck and he started moving up her thighs. He could tell Veronica was excited. Each kiss on her tender thighs brought a little tremble to her legs. But he found that he had to be careful. One long brush of his penis along her calf about unmanned him. He had to pause and count prime numbers. He would have died if he spent himself on her leg.

Veronica opened her eyes at Tommy’s pause and she stared down at him. Kneeling at her feet with his eyes closed and his cock throbbing and bouncing between his legs. She loved how much her body turned him on. She said, “You ok there baby?”

Tommy blushed but answered truthfully “I’m ok. God your body is so beautiful V. I almost lost my control from just your sexy legs.” After she spanked him to an orgasm did, he really have any need for secrets?

Veronica ran her finger across the front of her very wet panties and said “Wait until you start kissing here. I don’t think I will have any control either.” She wasn’t kidding either. Tommy’s tender kisses and nibbles had her on the edge of an orgasm. She needed a little push and she was sure Tommy would be surprised at how little he would need to provide.

Tommy’s grin got big, and he brought his face into her. He inhaled the heady sent of her arousal. Tommy ran his tongue across the gusset and could taste her juices. Her panties were soaked. He was moved by how excited she was with his touches. He felt like they were made for each other. He reached behind Veronica and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. He made sure to rub and squeeze Veronica’s beautiful tight butt as he did so.

Veronica waited until she had stepped out of her panties. She was now out of patience and done waiting. As soon as Tommy’s face came back up, she grabbed his hair and pulled him into her pussy.

Tommy had never done anything like this before. It was hot and wet, and he loved it. Every lick brought a tremor, every tremor brought a moan. Then his tongue found a little bud hidden in her folds. Then the moans became “Oh god!” and the grip on his head became two hands.

When Tommy found her clit Veronica had her first orgasm almost immediately. But Tommy didn’t stop. He licked and then starting sucking in her clit. That brought two more orgasms and loud screams that caused her to bite her hand to keep the building from hearing her passion. Finally, she became too sensitive and pushed Tommy back and slipped to her knees. “Oh my god Tommy your incredible” she exclaimed. She grabbed his face and gave him a huge wet kiss with no regard to how much of her was smeared all over his face.

Tommy was on cloud nine. He never imagined that he could bring her such pleasure. He couldn’t wait to do it again! He barely noticed what she was doing until he toppled backwards onto his back. Before he could figure out what was happening Veronica was licking and sucking his cock. Her mouth was warm and slick. Her tongue playing havoc on his sensitive head. It didn’t take long before he felt the pressure building. He yelled “Oh, Oh god V.” Then her head started bobbing up and down on him.

Tommy’s toes curled and his eyes rolled back and he breathed out “V, V , Oh God V I’m going to cum V.”

Veronica had given her previous lover a blow job but had never really enjoyed it. He was pushy and wanted her on knees. It was too submissive for Veronica and to top it off he refused to reciprocate. Needless to say, he wanted her to swallow but she refused and pulled away before he could come in her mouth. But not with Tommy. She surprised herself by wanting it in her mouth, wanting to taste him. Wanted to have a part of him stay inside her when they were done. Once Tommy warned her, she tightened her grip and kept him in her mouth and rode his bucking hips.

It was exciting to have control over Tommy. If you would have asked her a week ago, she would have said that blow jobs were the ultimate in submissive acts. But there was nothing submissive in this act. She was in control, she delivered the pleasure, she made Tommy lose his mind. She felt each blast of hot cream. There was so much, and she struggled to keep up with him but she did it and while the taste wasn’t great it was not anything that bothered her either.

Tommy was dazed and unaware of much as Veronica slid up his body and pulled him close. He smiled at her and said “Your fucking awesome V.”

Veronica laughed and said, “Your pretty fucking awesome too Tommy.” Then she kissed him. She was half afraid that he would refuse to kiss her after the blow job, but Tommy didn’t hesitate or care. They kissed and explored each other’s mouth for a few minutes. When they were done kissing, Tommy helped her to her feet. Veronica kissed Tommy again and swatted his naked butt. She said, “Go take a shower and I will set out something for you to wear and we can have some dinner.” She pointed him to the bathroom and grabbing her breasts that were still incased in her maternity bra she added “I already have desert ready.”

Tommy said “Yummy, my favorite. Milk shakes!” and then entered and closed the bathroom door.

Veronica laughed and once the door closed, she went over and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She pulled out a changing pad, disposable pink diaper and a bottle of baby powder. Spreading it on the bed she giggled quietly. The perfect pajamas for her Tammi Lee.

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It was late. Well after midnight. Mr. Grey was seated in the back of a helicopter with miles of empty ocean below. Everything went perfectly for once. Exactly eight hours after setting the transmitter it pinged. It was hidden in the notebooks that Agent Gusterson had stolen. Fortunately, they knew it would be on a ship. Without that knowledge they probably wouldn’t have been able to pick up the signal. The had seven drones out to sea and they were able to pinpoint the ship location with ease.

By the time he could arrange for the Navy to stop the ship and get a SEAL team on board the ship was almost 200 miles out to sea. Still considered U.S. Waters but not far from international waters.

Before boarding the ship, he had made arrangements to get Edna, Rose and Marion together in Edna’s hospital room. This was what they had dreamed of all these years, and he was going to deliver. In his satchel was a special laptop set up for encrypted audio and video communications.

The Navy ship had a helicopter pad and because the sea was relatively calm, they were able to land. From there it was an easy step to the deck of the small cargo ship. The doctors and Sgt Kline were being held at gun point along the rail. The rail opposite of the Navy ship he noted. He loved working with SEALs. They understood the shadier side of the work they do. Nothing that was going to happen needed to happen in front of regular Navy personnel.

He recognized Captain Teller right away. This was not the first time they cleaned up a mess together. He nodded and said “Captain Teller. How is your man? I heard one of them took a knife?”

Captain Teller returned the nod and said “Mr. Grey. We killed two and grabbed one besides the two doctors. The crew of the ship are mostly clueless smugglers, and we have them locked below decks. The jackass over there stuck his knife into the young Petty Officer before getting smart and giving up. The knife missed all the important bits and she should be ok. She was filling in at the last minute for one of the team who broke his leg two weeks ago. Not an official SEAL but still part of the team. Needed someone to handle the new sat phones” He pointed to Sgt Kline and said “He was hiding in a rope locker and popped out and stabbed the person in from of him. Another Petty officer was not far away and stuck a gun in his face before he hurt her worse.”

He looked around, lowered his voice and said “The Team is pretty pissed at him. They are protective as a rule and it is twenty times worse with the Petty Officer being a female.”

Mr. Grey nodded and said “I understand. He is not getting off. Hopefully your guys will be satisfied with what I have planned.”

He walked over to where Sgt Kline was kneeling. He shook his head and said “You were once a pretty good soldier. Now you kidnap people and lead a bunch of murders and would be rapists. Fucking pathetic. Then, then you do the dumbest thing yet and stab a female petty officer in front of a SEAL team. Frankly, I’m amazed your still alive.”

Sgt Kline didn’t even look up.

“Agent Gusterson. He was not on board, but his rigged books were. You kill him too?” Mr. Grey asked.

Sgt Kline finally spoke. He said “The sissy? Nah I didn’t kill him. Last I saw of him he was going to go lay low for a while.” He didn’t mention leaving him in the car trunk. He didn’t kill him and that was the main thing. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Maybe make it out alive. He added hopefully “I might be able to find him for you. If you can get me out of this that is.”

Mr. Grey laughed out loud and said “Oh. I’m sure you would love to be helpful. But I don’t think I need you to find Agent Gusterson. I’m sure he will show up sooner or later.”

Mr. Grey moved near the rail and looked out at the water. It was dark and the moon was just a small sliver off near the horizon. He turned back to Sgt Kline and said “You got two choices. You can stay here and settle your differences with the SEAL team, or you go over the rail. Only 187 miles last I checked. Not a good choice but still a better chance than with the SEALs I reckon.”

Sgt Kline looked back at the angry looking SEALs and then over the rail. He said “Fuck. You better hope I don’t make it to shore Grey. Next time I see you you’re a dead man.”

Mr. Grey said “That’s the spirit! That’s the kind of humor you’re going to need in the next couple days. Oh, I would clear the area. The next people who hit the water might attract some local wildlife, if you catch my meaning.”

With a grimace and without another word Sgt Kline dove over the side. It was a fair drop to the water but soon enough Sgt Kline surfaced and began to distance himself from the ship. He had survival training, and he knew how to theoretically survive but it was a very long shot at best. But he figured it was still better than staying behind.

Captain Teller cleared his throat and Mr. Grey said “All I said was over the rail Captain. Over he went. Anything happens to him now and it is none of my business.”

“Thank you, sir. Please excuse me for a moment.” Captain teller said and stepped back to talk to his second in command.

Once the Captain returned Mr. Grey said “Captain this next bit is a little bit of ugly agency business. Could you please clear the area for a few minutes.”

“Yes sir! Call me if you need me.” Captain Teller said. Then he gathered his men and went to check on how the other side of the ship was doing.

Reaching into his satchel Mr. Grey pulled out the laptop and signed in. Less than a minute later he saw Edna, Rose, Marion and unexpectedly Clara huddled close together on the couch in Edna’s hospital room.

Edna jumped in first and said, “Mr. Grey we all feel that Clara has just as much right to be here as any of us. Maybe more.”

He paused and considered it for moment and said, “I agree.” Then he nodded to one of his agents. The agent turned and none to gently kicked the two doctors to their feet.

It was Dr. Ren who spoke first. Looking at the laptop he laughed and said “What do you know it the three clueless idiots that got left holding the diaper bag. I suppose you’re here to gloat and call us all sorts of mean names as were sent back to prison.”

Dr. Field said snidely “Look Ren they have our Nanny there too. You can ask her any questions you want but she was just a hired Nanny. Good for changing diapers and from what I hear entertaining the troops.”

Surprisingly it was Marion that spoke first. She knew that she would have to distance herself from BB’s when she became a Judge. However, her anger at the doctors was no less than the others. What emboldened her was the return of Clara. Clara’s story and recovery touched a part of her she did not know still existed. Her maternal instincts went into overdrive when she saw her. Edna had Janice and Rose had Tina, but Marion always felt a little left out. Now she was feeling like she could use an adult daughter, someone to teach and pass down things left to her by her mother. These feelings were new and a bit scary. Something for her to dwell on later.

Marion yelled out “You two are so stupid and senile that you did not even recognize one of you victims when she was right under your nose. Too busy being fixated on Janice, you never saw her until she helped free them from your useless flunkies!” She continued “You think were clueless go look in a mirror.”

Dr. Ren said “Impossible. Clara does not possess the mind of a child. I interviewed her myself. To be that adult she would have to have become someone new, plus I know from some of the soldiers that she was all women not a guy in a dress.”

Dr. Ren started to add a leer to his comments, but a sharp slap knocked him to his knees. Mr. Grey said, “You two are on thin ice and should consider showing more respect.”

Clara grunted under her breath “Fucking shower perv. I knew his bullshit accidental walk into the lady’s locker room was a bunch of crap.”

Dr. Field did not look at nor help Dr. Ren to his feet. Instead, he said “Thin ice. You’re kidding! We are going to skate right back into our happy little prison cell and wait until the next break out or you come to me begging for my knowledge for some black op your bosses cooked up.”

Mr. Grey gave a tiny mental salute. There may have been some truth to that long, long ago when the Mr. Grey of that time period locked them up.

He looked at the screen for a moment and said, “Excuse me ladies, I need to educate these men and I rather be with you Edna when I tell you.”

Edna sighed “I worked it out Mr. Grey. Lots of down time in my room lately. You can come and talk to me later. Keep in mind the only reason you will leave that meeting in one piece is because our babies came home unharmed, and Nanny Becky is going to be ok. I will save the explicit name calling for when you are here in person. Maybe I will invite your sister. Just yell when we can pick up the laptop.”

Damn that woman was smart. Mr. Grey muted the sound in both directions and turned the camera toward the deck.

“You two are idiots. Your methods were sloppy, your conclusions were highly suspect, and the technology and drugs were old when you started. Nobody has a need to keep you around.” Mr. Grey said pointedly.

Dr. Ren climbed to his feet and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the idiot Grey. Obviously, our benefactor disagreed with your assessment. He helped us escape, gave us access to mercenaries, other personnel and lots of money. All we had to do was demonstrate the process to the Chinese and then we would be back in business with a new lab and new test subjects. And far, far, away from your disgusting prison!”

“That would undoubtably be true if your knowledge and skills actually matched what was in your Agency file.” Mr. Grey smugly said.

Dr. Ren said “What nonsense. What are you talking about?”

“About four years ago I altered your case files. Just like that you two were no longer idiots but evil geniuses with a grasp of a revolutionary new brainwashing system that not only suppressed the subject memory but allowed the implanting of a whole new personality. I highlighted everything that you did to James and made it look like it happened as you predicted. Then I hinted that you and I have been developing a fast acting delivery system that could be delivered via skin contact and took hold in less than twelve hours. All theoretical so far as we had not had a chance to test it yet, no viable test subjects.” Mr. Grey smiled and continued “I made you two look really good.”

It was obvious that Dr. Ren was not seeing the big picture, but Dr. Field was looking over the ships’ rail and eyeing the ocean down below. Mr. Grey wasn’t sure if he was getting worried or looking for a quick getaway. Smarter then he looked.

Mr. Grey made sure his agent was aware of Dr. Field’s sudden interest in the rail. Still drama to be played out. Can’t skip ahead to the good stuff.

Mr. Grey continued his detailed explanation “Not just your project of course, but about nine others as well. The funny part is I thought this project, code named BB’s, was an extremely low likelihood of being selected by our very sneaky and very slick mole. Of course, it turned out that I was right and wrong. I figure the mole calculated that this was a good project to use for a distraction and threw some dangerous psychopaths on it to stir up the waters and get things moving in the wrong direction. Then in midst of it he hit a different one and hoped that I wouldn’t notice until; it was too late. Something big in L.A.”

Mr. Grey’s evil almost smile was enough to push Dr. Field to go for the rail. He was doing the math and figured almost no chance was way higher than no chance. He had barely turned when the agent nearby kicked his feet out from under him and he crashed hard onto the deck.

“Sorry Dr. Field no early exits. But we are almost done. As you so astutely guessed, the big L.A. incident was also not a real project and had some excellent safeguards for access. Your big boss was taken into custody about the same time you were running for this ship.”

Mr. Grey waved at his two agents and said, “Stand them up”. He glanced at the puddle left on the deck by Dr. Field and said, “I’d offer you a pull up but we didn’t think to bring any.”

He looked at the laptop and back at one of the agents and said “Well Steve, what do you think? How badly is Edna going to take this?”

Steve was technically an agent but was mostly a personal aide that answered only to Mr. Grey, privileged to secrets and sworn to silence. He looked at Mr. Grey and shook his head before he said, “I’m going to personally search her room and even then I give even odds of you leaving the room bleeding.” A moment later he added a belated “Sir”.

Mr. Grey sighed and said “Fuck, she can be a scary lady.”

Then he punched a few laptop bottoms and saw the room full of now pissed off looking women. Apparently, Edna had been sharing her conclusions.

“Let’s finish this up. We all have places to go.” Said Mr. Grey. “Edna, Marion, Rose and Clara. Do you have any words for the doctors before pronouncing sentencing” queried Mr. Grey in a professional court room style voice.

Dr. Ren still being a little slow started to say something but was interrupted by a sharp hard jab to the stomach that left him gasping for breath.

The ladies were quiet except for the soft tear filled voice of Clara who said “Fuck those monsters.”

Mr. Grey waited a pause for anybody else and then said, “So be it.”. He nodded to his agents and a moment later they were pitched back over the rail and into the water below.

Edna continued to watch as the laptop was tilted over the rail and down at the water. A spotlight from somewhere on board started lighting up the water. She could hear Mr. Grey giving a sort of play by play for her benefit. “They seemed to have hit the water hard and nobody has surfaced yet.” There was a long pause and “Wait, wait, Dr. Ren has reached the water surface. He looks in bad shape but is hanging in there. Now here comes Dr. Field.”

Slowly the ladies all turned away from the sad sight of the two elderly doctors struggling to keep from drowning. Except for Edna. Edna planned to watch to the bitter end. She needed that closure. She needed to know they were gone forever.

She watched as Dr. Ren went under once, twice and did not surface again.

She watched as a large fin appeared and began to circle the panicking Dr. Field.

She watched as the shark grabbed a flailing limb and tugged the struggling man under water.

She watched as a sudden cloud of crimson appeared. Bright red in the spotlight.

She watched the placid water for a long couple of minutes.

At last, she reached to shut off the laptop and Edna said “See you soon Grey.”

Mr. Grey sighed as he closed the laptop. Not a meeting he was looking forward too. It would have to wait though. He had a meeting with the boss. Time to take care of the mole.

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Nanny Veronica’s eyes suddenly opened. Not sure what woke her she looked around the darkened bedroom. Then there was a gentle tug at her breast. She looked down and saw a sleeping Tammi Lee giving her nipple a very occasional suck as she slept curled up in her arms. Not like she was going to find much milk left. Tammi Lee had emptied both breasts before she fell asleep.

Nanny Veronica stroked Tammi Lee’s soft hair and giggled a little. She used her other hand to lightly pat Tammi Lee’s diapered butt. Tammi Lee didn’t even blink when she got out of the shower earlier. She just laid down on the bed and let Nanny Veronica tape the diaper closed.

Nanny Veronica did not see the need to tell Tammi Lee that she was using the diaper as a makeshift chastity device. She was having a hard time resisting the urge to have Tommy ravish her. Unfortunately, lactating Nannies were not allowed to be on the pill. She also had no condoms. So, chastity diaper.

She continued to lightly pat the crinkly padded butt. Now that she had her Tommy back, she needed to make plans. While Tommy was an exceeding sensitive and loving man, he was still a man. Thinking with his cute little clitty and not planning beyond starting school. That was ok, she would do the planning for him.

Two years of school she decided. Then he would propose to her. It would be all his idea, she would make sure of that. Marriage after graduation. She sighed and briefly imagined Tammi Lee in a wedding dress but quickly dismissed it. She had meticulously planned her wedding long before meeting Tommy. She and some girlfriends spent an entire weekend sleepover planning their big day. Maybe a smaller private ceremony. Maybe Tina and Janice as flower girls for the private one.

She wanted babies. Twin girls would be perfect. She yawned. She imagined Tammi Lee dressed up and playing with her daughters. At lease while they were little anyway.

As she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts were of tomorrow. Would Tammi Lee remember to wet her diaper? She hoped not. She wanted to spank that cute little butt. She was pretty sure she had a wooden hairbrush under the sink. She sleepily whispered, “Cum for Mommy.”

 

The End

(Except for a large Epilogue)

 

 

(This is Chapter 18. We are at the end. Now for a large epilogue. (CCApril@Proton.me)).

[Guilend]

The nanny that got shot. Before that when she had to wear pull ups and ask to use the potty. (I binge read this whole thing so I'm late to the party lol) I was kind of sad she didn't end up using her pull ups, I was expecting someone to make her hold it till she had an accident, hopefully a messy accident lol. I'm kind of hoping to see her in diapers or pull ups again lol. Also, I think it was Nanny Marge, that the headmistress and her had a thing where the headmistress would spank her, I was curious if she ever made her wear diapers or pull ups secretly under her uniform lol. I can't wait for the epilogue. 

[Babypants]

Nice to see a happy ending for Tommy and Veronica, but I'm puzzled as to why Grey intercepted the ship.  If this was an elaborate ruse meant to send the enemy down the rabbit hole, I should have thought that it was vital for them to escape with the records that Gusterson stole.  Really looking forward to the epilogue, when we hopefully will find out who the bad guys are!

[littlebopeeper]

Nicely done conclusion.  Lots of resolution, but still enough loose threads to demand an epilogue.  I still haven't figured out who the bad guys are. Please don't keep us dangling so long this time!

Will there be a sequel?

[CCApril]

Finally back to place I can post again. Busy  and Happy Christmas. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas no matter what they actually celebrate!

Many answers coming up. Plus lots of fun. 

As for a sequel. There will not be a true sequel (at least not yet, who knows what ideas might pop up later.)

However, Mr. Grey does has his own story coming up. A bit darker then BB's but he does put some of those lessons learned from BB's to work.  Written in my head but not on paper yet. Also Veronica will appear in another story as yet unwritten, That story is all fun, no dark subplots. Both stories will be mentioned in the epilogue. 

Did I mention the epilogue will be big? Lots to cover. Including a giant grand reopening party at BB's!  Shhh its a surprise for Mrs. Nelson. Same day she gets released from the hospital. 

Thanks again to all my readers, commenters and those that take the time to hit the like button.

April

 

[CCApril]

BB’s Nursery and Day Care Epilogue Part 1, Before the Party

(Authors Note: While the main story follows a fairly rigid timeline the epilogue is not so straight forward. Events are roughly in order, but days or weeks may occur between. Due to the size I decided to break this up into three parts. Before the party, the party, after the party.)

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Mr. Grey was beyond tired. A Long flight back to the east coast a quick shower and a change of clothes and into the office. He was able to sleep a little on the plane, but he was way behind. What he needed was a day off and twelve hours of sleep in a bed not a damned airplane seat. Sleep would still have to wait.

The driver let him out in the underground parking garage. There was only one way into the building, and it required an I.D. scan as well as a retinal scan. There was also a manned security booth verifying his identity via face recognition software. If the software did not clear him, he would never leave the elevator. He obviously was in the system as the elevator whisked him to the lobby and the doors opened. It was late and the lobby was empty. Happy employees at home spending time with their families, he hoped.

He strode across the lobby to another less secure set of elevators. He hit the button for the top floor, this required another swipe of his badge. No one goes to the top floor unless you had an office there or you were asked/required to meet someone. This was not his first trip upstairs, nor his first visit with the Old Man either. However, this was his first visit after hours though and he knew this meeting was about to change several lives.

The elevator opened onto the top floor and a long hallway led away from the closing elevator. There were a dozen different doors leading off the hallway. Some led to secure conference rooms and executive washrooms and one large kitchen/recreation room. He had heard about the room but had never been invited inside. There were only six offices, and the Old Man had the one at the end of the hall. The double glass doors led to a large reception area with an unoccupied desk and enough seating for a dozen guests in the waiting area. It was beautifully decorated and a bit creepy being empty, quiet and dark.

The Old Man’s office door was cracked open and there was a light shining out. Mr. Grey paused, took a deep breath and then rapped a knuckle on the door announcing his presence.

A deep voice called out “Come in Grey.”

Mr. Grey opened the door and stepped into the office. The office was large and richly appointed. The walls covered with bookshelves, awards and photos of the Old Man with various world leaders both American and elsewhere. The Old Man was at his large mahogany antique desk that was probably around when Lincoln was president. He sat there behind his desk. He was still an imposing man. The years seeming to add to his authority and not distract from it.

The Old Man said, “Shut the door and grab a seat.”

Before he could even think about it Mr. Grey answered “Yes, Sir”. He turned to the door and shut it with a small wry smile. Even after all these years his body obeyed his orders before his brain made a decision to follow them. He turned back to the room and moved to take a chair. He finally nodded to the other man sitting in front of the desk. He was unexpected. Mr. White was at least two rungs of power higher then Grey. Hell, he was a promotion away from an office on this very floor. Maybe it was one of his men behind the data theft. Both the BB’s fiasco and the L.A. episode.

Mr. Grey took his seat and turned his attention to the Old Man. The Old Man said “Glad your back Grey. Give me a sit rep on both BB’s and the L.A. Bomb theft.”

Mr. Grey shrugged and said “The L.A. Bomb theft was the theft of an experimental explosive. The explosive resin is undetectable by machine or dog. At least until the dogs are all retrained. Only a very specific detonator can set it off. It is extremely stable. Which is good because a briefcase full is enough to level a city block and I mean nothing standing. The laboratory had four samples. All briefcase sized. The samples were being held for testing at a facility in the Nevada desert. Testing had to be planned carefully. With the ban on nuclear testing any large explosions would be registered with other countries. Testing needed to be done in a specific place and under a specific political climate.”

Mr. Grey took a breath and continued “The L.A. facility was raided a few days ago and the four samples as well as the server with the technical data was stolen.”

The Old Man smiled and said, “That was the official story Mr. Grey, how about the unofficial story.”

Mr. Grey laughed and there was a small grunt and a raised eyebrow from Mr. White.

Mr. White said, “Unofficial story?”

Mr. Grey said “Yes, the unofficial story. A number of years ago I was asked to set up several top-secret projects that could be used as bait to catch a mole within our organization. We suspected someone was stealing information and selling it to our enemies or sabotaging some of our efforts. Instead of making fake projects I took existing projects and made them better.”

Mr. White said “Better?”

Mr. Grey said “Oh Yeah. Much better. I falsified the results and made all the experiments a great success. I made BB’s moron doctors into geniuses and their science cutting edge. I took a failed explosive agent and made it into a terrorist’s wet dream. A bunch of other projects too. They all had special monitoring to catch anyone giving them any unauthorized attention. Unfortunately, the sneaky bastard was able to get around all my safeguards.”

Mr. White gave a dejected look and said “That unfortunate. It would have been good to catch our bad guy.”

Mr. Grey banged his fist on the chair arm and said “I even used a special tracker that was placed into the explosives. You could not scan for it and unless you tore it apart you would not know it was there. I wish I knew how they got around it.”

Mr. White said softly “Me too.”

The Old Man bellowed out a laugh and said, “I bet you do Reggie.”

The use of Reggie and not White was not lost on Mr. Grey.

The Old Man said “They didn’t get around it. The explosives and other information were delivered to a Pakistani group known for their violent anti-government stance. They were highly disappointed with the product and hardly needed any persuasion to give up their contact with the agency as well as the bank accounts they were sending the money to. I may have given them the false impression that I would not turn them over to their government when we were done. Opps.”

The Old Man looked at Mr. White and said “Of course they tried to use a cutout man, but it seems that it was a low priority from that end, and we were able to get around it. Want to guess what I found Reggie? Or should I say who I found?”

Reggie bolted up from his chair and tried to pull his gun. He didn’t make it. The old man was faster and shot him with a Taser he must have had hidden in the papers on his desk. He convulsed for a few minutes and then collapsed back down. His crotch rapidly getting wet as his bladder let go. The unsung downside of a powerful Taser. Some people’s bladders just let go.

Mr. Grey got up and picked up the gun from the floor and quickly searched Reggie and removed another small gun from a holster on his ankle. Seemed Reggie was understandably paranoid.

The Old Man handed Mr. Grey some zip ties and had him secure Reggie to his chair. Then waved Mr. Grey back to his.

The Old Man gestured at the still unconscious Reggie and said “I hate fucking traitors. Besides Reggie, here we managed to roll up another four people he used around the office. Also, we have not found the elusive Gusterson yet. I guess he was a better spy then I thought.”

He looked at the slumped Reggie and then back at Mr. Grey and said “Now what to do with you. We seem to have an opening here. Can I talk you into a color change?”

Mr. Grey smiled and said “No sir. I’m still “leaving” and heading up the special project. I’ve found my Nanny and just need to get her to take the job.”

The Old Man returned the smile and said “You found her! You know you have my full support on this. You can just take as much leave as you need without taking the special assignment.”

Mr. Grey said “Thank you sir, but I think it needs to be slow. Her past was filled with abuse. Both physically and sexually. With my plan I can take all the time we need, and I will have resources on site to help.” (Authors Note: Mr. Grey will eventually return in the story tentatively titled “The Island ”)

The Old Man nodded and leaned back. He thought for a moment and said “Ok. When can you be up and running?”

Mr. Grey ran through a mental inventory for a minute and said “The island facility has been constructed. All but a few key personnel have been recruited. I think we can be up and running in three weeks. We will need a month or so to run a few tests. I have two volunteers from my Nanny’s past, but I need a couple more before we bring any clients through.”

The Old Man nodded and said with a harsh voice “Take the two mercenaries that wanted to rape my god daughter. Do what you want with them. When your done with them break them, give them some boobs and sell them to some cargo freighter in Morrocco. Let’s give them a taste of life as a ships whore that they wanted to turn Clara into.”

Mr. Grey just said, “Yes sir.” He had heard Clara’s story and he figured that her “Barrell Rider” must be the Old Man. He was the only one high enough and old enough to put her into play. He was a hard man. Not afraid to make the difficult call. If the L.A. job had not panned out, he had no doubt he would have made Grey let the Doctors get all the way to the buyer before busting them. This just made him all the harder on traitors.

The Old Man said “When you’re up and running I will send Reggie to you. He is a good example of what we want to accomplish. Bury who he is under a new personality and memories but still be able to recover the old if and when needed.”

Mr. Grey looked at the still unconscious Reggie and said “He will be perfect for the program. Who knows how many lives were lost from his selling out the agency? How many people he compromised.”

The Old Man said “That will be one of things you will find out for us.”

Mr. Grey fought the urge to kick the unconscious man. He said, “It will be my pleasure to squeeze every drop of information from him.”

The Old Man said “Good. Good. Now about BB’s.”

Mr. Grey said “Sir? What about BB’s?”

The Old Man said “With the death of the Doctor Ren and Doctor Field the agency will need to discontinue its support. It is my understanding that the ladies are self-sufficient and don’t need any continuing funding from us. There is also no need for us to provide security either. If they continue the state programs, they can get security funding from them. Although, I see no reason to discourage any agents from retiring there. Seems a fun job for the right person.”

Mr. Grey opened his mouth to interject.

The Old Man held up one hand and said “I know what you’re going to say. Yes, we do have some responsibility for those that were kidnapped and/or injured. Take whatever is left of the allocated funds set aside for maintaining the fake projects. Shut them down and remove them from the system. Split that money up as you see fit. But no matter what, the agency is done with BB’s.”

Mr. Grey thought for a moment and sighed then he said “I can do that. I will be glad to see everyone taken care of. Maybe it would get my sister to let up on me a bit.”

The Old Man laughed and said “Don’t count on it. She is what I wish we all could be. No grey areas in her world view. Unfortunately, that kind of attitude would only get her eaten alive by the other alphabet soup agencies. Now if I could get Edna on the payroll, I think I could finally retire.”

Mr. Grey shook his head and said “I think Edna would be a little too hard. Too many of those people you want to keep around would be fed to the fishes too.”

The Old Man winked and said “Good luck meeting with her. Make sure your wear a vest.”

Mr. Grey groaned and said “I won’t need a vest, but a titanium cup might not be a bad idea.

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Sgt Kline had been treading water for days. It felt like months to him. He was beyond dehydrated, beyond hungry. His training had kept him alive and pointed in the general direction of the U.S. coastline. But he couldn’t tell if he was making any headway. What really frustrated him was the lack of boats. The coast of California has tons of traffic but as far as what he had seen he might as well be in the middle of the ocean. Several times he almost gave up and let the waters take him.

Not far away Captain Teller and his team were conducting training. Since it was important training, they had arranged to keep all surface traffic out of the area. Search and rescue training just without too much rescue.

Captain Teller said “Sure is a tough bastard. Not sure I could still be swimming after this much time in the water. Other than a complete lack of character he might have made a good seal.”

Lieutenant Given said “Why are we fucking around with him sir? He stabbed one of ours. Why not just help him to the ocean bottom?”

Captain Teller said, “I have worked with Mr. Grey before and he must have had some reason to give this guy some hope of survival.”

Lieutenant Given Said “Not much hope. He is still over a hundred miles from the coast.”

Captain Teller nodded his agreement and then said “There is a bigger problem. I’ve stretched this exercise as long as I can. We have to get back to shore by dawn tomorrow. While we can still keep the boats out of the area, we won’t be able to track him anymore.”

Lieutenant Given said “He can’t last much longer. Dehydration must be killing him.”

Captain Teller thought for a moment and said “Fuck it. Let’s go talk to him.”

Sgt Kline could barely lift his head at the sudden sound of an approaching boat. His voice cracked and he managed to croak out a soft “Help!”

He could see the boat now, Thank God! He made it. Fuck Mr. Grey. Once he recovered, he was going to hunt his ass down. Suddenly a head popped up at the boat rail. The little bit of energy, of hope left him at the sight of Captain Teller.

Captain Teller grinned and said “Hey there. How’s the water? Looks a little cold.”

Sgt Kline turned away from the boat and said, “Fuck you squid.”

“Hah. Got me there. You seem to be doing well. Good thing we kept the boat traffic out of your way, you might have bumped your head and lost that classic sense of humor of yours.” Captain Teller said.

Sgt Kline wanted to ignore the captain and swim away from the boat. He managed the ignoring part but barely had the strength to float let alone propel himself in the water.

Captain Teller said “You made pretty good time. You have got only about one hundred and twenty miles to go. I figure with the wind behind you it should only take about two more weeks.”

Sgt Kline felt his heart break. He didn’t think he would last another two hours let alone two weeks.

“Now” said Captain Teller “I don’t have the time to spend waiting for you drown or get eaten. So, I got a little gift for you. I figure a soldier, even a piece of shit, scum bag soldier like you would rather die like a soldier and not drown in the middle of nowhere.” He held up a revolver with one hand and a bullet in the other. Captain Teller said “I would give you the gun with the bullet chambered but I don’t trust you not to try and take someone with you. Do you want it?”

Sgt Kline sighed and looked out at the ocean he was bobbing around in. He had come to the realization that this was going to be his grave. He looked up at Captain Teller and just nodded.

Captain Teller tossed the lone round to Sgt Kline. He was pleasantly surprised that he was able to catch it and not let it disappear into the water. He said “Nice catch! Maybe you have a little life left after all. Now put it in your pocket. I want you to have to take it slow and easy when you load the gun. That way I can remove any temptation from your general area.”

Sgt Kline just grunted and carefully shoved the bullet into his pants pocket. He wouldn’t waste it on a futile bid for revenge. He was a greedy bastard, but he was still a soldier. He wouldn’t shoot a fellow soldier just for some useless attempt at revenge. But he also didn’t blame Captain Teller for not trusting him either.

Captain Teller waited until Sgt Kline had his hands free. He had taken the time to tie a bit of string with a float on it to the trigger guard of the revolver. They had confiscated it from one of the soldiers they killed earlier before Sgt Kline walked the plank. No one was going to miss it or ever find it again. He tossed the gun and Sgt Kline caught it with only a little bit of fumbling.

Captain Teller said “Please take the float off the gun before you use it. I would hate for that to wash up on some beach for a kid to find. Although a few weeks in the ocean and that thing won’t ever work again anyway. Best not take chances.”

Captain Teller said, “Goodbye Sgt.” He turned away from the rail and motioned for them to return to base. He had little doubt about what would happen next.

Sgt Kline carefully loaded the gun. It wouldn’t do to drop the bullet now. He removed the string from the trigger guard and contemplated his next action. The boat was already up to speed and leaving him alone. Alone again, naturally. The song lyric popped unbidden to his mind. “A sure sign I’m cracking up” he said out loud to himself.

He thought about his options. He could hold out longer and hope something came close enough to see him or hear the gun shoot. But the problem was twofold. The gun really would not last long in the saltwater. While a revolver was not exactly a precision instrument, enough corrosion and it would fail. The second half was him. He really was at the end. He was struggling to keep his head above water. A few hours and he might not be able to lift the gun up.

Drowning or gunshot was still preferable to being eaten. He had so far avoided any predators, avoided blood in the water. The last thing he needed was to lose strength and only be able to injure himself with the gun. Talk about ringing the dinner bell.

No. A decision needed to be made now. Shoot himself in the head now or just drop the gun and see what happens.

A loud report echoed off the waves and rolled in every direction. Almost unheard. Except by Sgt Kline.

Sgt Kline was going to leave this world kicking and screaming. No easy way out. No changing his mind. He let the now empty gun slip from his fingers and drop to the ocean floor some unseen and unimaginable distance below him. He closed his eyes and just floated, too tired to swim, to tired watch the empty ocean.

It was thirty-six hours later that he was nearly run over by a tramp freighter very similar to the one that had he had been thrown from. A sharp eyed deckhand spotted him in the water. He was hauled aboard and searched. His wallet and everything else he might have identified himself with had long been cast aside. Any weight was too much when trying to keep afloat. Since he had no money or id there was a lively discussion about what to do with him. Eventually they dumped him on the ships doctor. When sober he was a bad doctor. When drunk he was no doctor, which was most of the time.

The Captain decided if he ever recovered he could work off his debt on board the ship. He wouldn’t be the first sailor to never quite pay off what they owed. If he didn’t recover, then he went back over the rail. He quickly turned to other matters. Trips to the U.S. were becoming too risky. Smuggling paid well but only if you weren’t caught, and the U.S. Coast guard was starting to pick on small ships like his. It was a long voyage, but he was going back to waters he knew were safer, if less lucrative. Morrocco maybe. Somewhere warm for sure.

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Nanny Marge reviewed the party invitation. They were going to celebrate both Edna’s release from the hospital and the reopening of BB’s with a blowout party at BB’s. They had never done anything like this before. These invitations were going out to all people who had come through BB’s as either prisoners or guests. If they spent time at BB’s as either a program baby, a non program baby, toddler or elementary school “girl” they were getting an invitation. She was also inviting back any of the Nanny’s that used to work here. It was going to be a blast. She had not seen some of the girls for years. She hoped that they would all come back.

The invitations would be either mailed out or emailed if there was no mailing address in the records. She was going to use mail where possible. The invitations were great looking on the princess card stock. Almost like a little girl’s birthday party invitation. The best part was Edna had no clue it was coming. It was planned for the same day as her updated hospital release schedule.

PARTY AT BB’S!!

You and your caretaker, nanny, mommy, aunt, uncle or daddy are invited to the grand reopening of BB’s Nursery and Daycare!

When: Saturday July 11 from 1pm until your caretaker takes you home.

Who: You! And your caretaker! Note: If your caretaker has changed or has not signed our Nondisclosure Form please indicate in your RSVP. All guests must RSVP and all guests must have a Nondisclosure form on file. If you are without a caretaker, please let us know on your RSVP. One will be provided for you.

What to wear: It’s a party so wear your party dress! Prizes will be awarded to the best dressed baby, toddler and elementary aged girl. Diapers, pullups or big girl panties are all ok. Multiple changing stations will be available for you and your caretaker. We want to see you. Dress up is not required just encouraged.

What to eat: Food will be provided! We are going to BBQ up some hotdogs, hambugers and more. However, other age appropriate food, sippy cups and bottles will be provided at your caretakers request.

What are we doing for fun: Princess lessons, ballerina lessons, bouncy house, tea party, coloring contest (design your perfect princess dress), games and much, much more! Boring stuff will be provided for adults. Music and dancing in an adult only beer garden.

Nanny Marge ok’d the invitations. Now to arrange for the tents, bouncy house, catering and all the fun stuff. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Edna’s face!

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District Attorney Gerald Jenner (Authors note: Introduced in chapter 3) carried the mail in from the mailbox and dropped it on the kitchen table. He didn’t bother to go through it. If something was for him, his wife Barbara would let him know. Since she handled all the finances it seemed natural the mail would go to her as well.

He chuckled to himself as he remembered a few years ago when his wife came to him and said “I’m tired of paying the bills and that you can damn well take it over.” He told her “No problem, dear. Happy too! Now, I will need to set your spending allowance so I can properly plan. What do you think that should be?” Her quiet “Never mind” was probably the closest he ever came to winning an argument with her.

He whistled a little bit as he headed to change. The evening run had left him sweaty, and he desperately needed a shower.

Barbra took the mail and sat down at her desk. Very faintly she could hear her husband singing in the shower. She knew it was some old pop song, but she liked to imagine it was something with a lot of wheels going round and round. It was funnier that way.

She was shocked to see an envelope form BB’s. They never got any mail from there before. Usually if they had some announcement there was an email or something. Curiously she opened it up and pulled out a beautiful party invitation. BB’s reopening? The ex-nanny grapevine had filled her in on some of the happenings there and she was ecstatic to see it reopening. She knew Gerald would be happy too. She read the invitation and began to get excited. They never had an event like this before. A party for all the girls and it included caretakers too! Plus, all the ex-nannies as well! She immediately decided to keep it a surprise for Gerald.

All of his playtime is done at BB’s, and without her. When they were dating and discovered their mutual connection with BB’s they made the decision to see if they could build a relationship and eventually a marriage without the ABDL aspect. They did not want that codependency of Nanny and child. Their lives needed to be able to exist and be happy on their own merits. While Gerald got the decompression he needed at BB’s, she had found volunteering at the children’s hospital her way of curbing her more maternal instincts. They had been married now for almost ten years and she was starting to think that a little mommy and baby time wouldn’t hurt. She had been thinking of using one of his goofy valentine gifts from last year to introduce the concept. This invitation was the perfect time to try.

Now they could do something together. The party was a simple way to broach the subject. She started thinking about mother/daughter dresses, Gerald dressed up for a ballet lesson, and changing a messy diaper at the public changing station!

She needed to make some calls. First Geralds office to clear his calendar, then BB’s to RSVP and ask a few questions. As she dialed, she wondered if they still had that dress maker’s contact information. Some online shopping. Damn she was excited. Gerald was going to get lucky tonight!

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Nanny Marge had a lot to do this morning. Today was the grand reopening. Which was why she was at the hospital at 7:00am. Her first stop was to leave Mrs. Nelson a nice outfit to wear “home” today. Can’t have the surprise guest of honor show up in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Not that Mrs. Nelson would be caught dead in something like that.

She slipped into Mrs. Nelson’s room and was glad to see she was still sleeping. Her recovery had taken a bit longer then the doctors had originally planned. There was some late fear that she might not be out in time, but the doctors assured her that she would be released this morning.

She silently hung up the nice dress and placed a small bag with shoes, underthings, and some smart accessories. Then she grabbed all the other clothes and snuck back out into the hallway. She let out a little sigh. She had been more than a little worried she would get caught. Mrs. Nelson was notoriously hard to surprise.

Her next stop was Nanny Becky’s room. Her stay at the hospital had also been extended. She had got a very bad blood infection after surgery and was only now coming off the drugs she had been given to fight it. Her wounds had healed enough to go home but they had kept her for observation for over a week as they monitored the infection.

Nanny Becky was awake and waiting for Nanny Marge to arrive. She was excited. Anything other than the monotony of endless TV was a good thing. This wasn’t just anything either. Nanny Marge was going to setup a stand and small monitor so that she could teleconference with the party at BB’s. She missed everyone so much and could not wait to go home. To get back to BB’s.

Nanny Becky cheerfully said “Good morning, Marge. How are the party preparations going?”

Nanny Marge gave a great big grin and said “We are going to have so much fun! We will have someone taking pictures and video so we can show you later. I’m sorry you are stuck here for another week. I picked a day I was sure you would both be out of the hospital.”

Nanny Becky sighed and said “I’m so tired of being here. I can’t wait to get back to my baby.”

Nanny Marge cringed a little and said “I’m sorry Becky but we sent the young man back to Miami. They are holding him in custody until we either open BB’s again or he changes his mind. I’m not sure what he is going to do.”

Nanny Becky’s face fell. She loved all her babies and the thought that he was gone hurt. It was one of the things she was looking forward to. But even if BB’s was still open he would have been moved out of the nursery by now. She really hoped he would come back. She felt that they were finally beginning to bond.

Nanny Becky gave a pouty face then laughed and said “I hope he decides to try again. He was just getting fun.”

Nanny Marge busied herself setting up the camera stand and pointed it at the bed. She turned it on and did a video check. She had bought a remote control device which could work the camera. The little part went into the USB port and then the remote would operate the camera. She turned it on, and it worked perfectly. She could pause, zoom, start and stop.

Nanny Marge handed it to Nanny Becky and said, “You should get some practice before your 3:00 PM debut.”

Nanny Becky took the remote and started happily playing with the settings.

While Nanny Becky’s attention was on the camera and remote, she began to unpack the contents of the garment bag she had brought with her. She placed the tiara and wand on the chair next to the bed and quietly slipped the dress from the bag.

All the items were new. The previous dress was a total loss from the blood as were the tiara and wand. The new dress was made especially for Nanny Becky. It was pink with sparkly rhinestones and sequins. It had puffy sleeves and a modest neckline. That was required due to Nanny Becky’s generous milk filled bust. It had copious amounts of petticoats but because Nanny Becky was going to be laying down Nanny Marge left them behind. In short it was a princess dress worthy of Glenda the good witch from the wizard of OZ.

Nanny Becky’s mouth opened at the site of the dress. It was close to her dream dress. She would be the bell of any ball. It was so beautiful. She couldn’t believe that was for her. She could be a princess. She caught site of the tiara and wand. She could be a princess all right. The Poopie Princess.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not the Poopie Princess anymore. My punishment is long over!” Nanny Becky said as she pulled the blankets up to her chin.

Nanny Marge giggled and said, “That’s not what I heard.” Then she flipped up the blanket exposing the hospital diaper that Nanny Becky had to wear. The hospital diaper was white, bulky and ugly.

Nanny Becky shrieked, and her face flared red as she spread the blanket back over herself. One of the side effects of the anti-viral medicine was incontinence. It was a rare side effect, but Nanny Becky got to be one of the “Lucky” ones. The good news was once the medicine was stopped her control would rapidly return. At least that was what the doctor said anyway.

Nanny Marge smirked and said “Would you like me bring you over something prettier to wear? Maybe some teddy bear diapers?”

Nanny Becky almost shouted “Don’t you dare! These are embarrassing enough.”

Nanny Marge said with a wink “Fine, be that way. I was just trying to help.”

Nanny Becky groused “Sure you were.”

Nanny Marge said “You only have to wear the dress for a couple of hours. The Headmistress wants the poopy princess to attend the party. This dress is yours to keep for any of our princess programs. It is not the poopy princess’s new uniform. Today all you have to do is chat with the girls. No dancing required.” She carefully did not mention singing the poopie song. There would be lots of that. She continued “The nurse volunteered to help you get dressed just before the party.”

Nanny Becky let the dress sidetrack her and wistfully said “The dress is mine to keep? It is so beautiful. None of the other BB’s princess dresses are this nice.”

Nanny Marge new an exit cue when she heard one. She headed to the door and said “Bye dear. I will see you at the party. We do love the way you sing.”

The door was almost closed when Nanny Becky caught on. She shouted “No way, no way I’m singing that damn song Marge. Not here. Marge come back here!”

As she walked down the hallway Nanny Marge’s smile just got bigger with every syllable coming from behind her.

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Frank knocked on the hospital door. No longer Mr. Grey, he was just Frank. Not even wearing a suit. Just some nice pants and a polo style shirt. He had come to settle things with Edna and if all went even moderately well his driver would take them to BB’s. He was happy to help with the subterfuge. Kind of like getting in the last word. With Edna that was always a win.

He heard Edna shout “It’s open. Come in.”

Knowing better than to just step into the room he pushed the door open and pretended to step through the doorway. He was glad the vase was empty because the glass vase that smashed into the door frame where is head would have been, was now in a million pieces and scattered all over the room and hallway.

He stepped into the room intending to say something witty about the vase but instead barely got his hand up in time to catch the broom handle swung at his head like a baseball bat. It struck his palm with a meaty smack that immediately numbed it. He held on to it and prevented Edna from swinging again.

Edna let go of the broom suddenly exhausted and slumped into a chair nearby. Tears ran down her face as she cried “You used us as bait! You used my child as bait, you sanctimonious bastard! My daughter, my son as bait for your sick little games.” She hissed “I could kill you.”

Frank took a seat in a nearby chair and sighed. He said “It was never supposed to get that far. I never would have used BB’s if I thought there was a chance that Janice or Tina would get hurt.” He continued “It was a supposed to alert us if someone accessed data from the files, but they got around that.”

Edna angrily snapped “You should have told me. I could have been more prepared.”

At that Frank laughed and said “I don’t know how you could have been more prepared. Hell, you built a bat cave for God’s sake. Edna, you basically rescued them from your hospital bed.”

Frank slid his chair closer to Edna and took her hand and said “I’m sorry Edna. I have no excuses, it was a risk I shouldn’t have taken.”

Edna slowly pulled her hand away and said “We are done Mr. Grey. I don’t need the agency and I damn sure don’t want the agency around BB’s or our children anymore. We will be better off without you.”

He sighed and said “Just Frank now Edna. I’m no longer Mr. Grey.” He continued “You will be happy to note that the decision to pull the agency out of BB’s has already been made. All original files will be archived and unavailable for review, by anyone.”

Edna eyed Frank and finally said “Fall on your sword Frank? You don’t need to do that for us. We will get along just fine without you and the agency.”

Frank said “No, I didn’t take one for the team. Yes, I’m moving on, but it is a personal matter that the agency is letting me deal with in my own way.” Sorta, kind of. Funny, he knew he could share the whole story with Edna and she would not judge him. But this was his business and for now nobody, but the Old Man need know.

“What about your retired agents that work at BB’s now? Are you going to make them quit? Some of them, most of them love working at BB’s? I didn’t mean for them to leave.” Edna asked with a bit of worry in her voice.

“Not an issue Edna. Their employment with BB’s is between you and them. I would not be surprised if you did not continue to get the odd agent applying to work there. Word of mouth and all.” Frank said reassuringly.

The Edna asked a question she wasn’t sure she wanted an answer to. She was still angry at Suzy for shutting down the security at BB’s. It was her fault that Nanny Becky got shot and the girls were kidnapped. She also had learned why she did it though. She said, “What’s going to happen to Suzy?”

Frank loved the compassionate side of Edna. She cared deeply about all of her employees. Even when she is pissed at them. He said “Right now she is being held in a cell awaiting trial. Her spouse was released and is unhurt. Don’t worry, I have arranged for her and her wife to be a part of my project. Suzy gets a suspended sentence and a security job, and her wife comes with her. It’s the best I can do for her, I just wish she would have come to me before acting on her own.”

Edna was amazed “Really no jail time? I don’t think I’m completely happy about that. Although she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

Frank chuckled and said “It really depends on how you look at it. She will have a mandatory five year contract running security on an island that she can’t leave until her contract is up. I’d say a nice prison, with benefits.”

He handed Edna the large brown envelope he was carrying and said “Speaking of benefits, these are settlement checks. They are nonnegotiable and our covered under the current NDA. It’s even tax free. Just file attached form with your taxes.”

Edna tried to hand them back. She said “I don’t want your damn blood mon-”

Frank cut her off saying “Just take the damn money Edna. Most of it is not for you anyway. Don’t you think Nanny Becky deserves something for being shot? The girls for being snatched? The agency won’t go broke. There is even a check in here for Agent Petrov. If she decides to retire. If not, then tear up the check. They will just take it back from her otherwise.”

Edna stuffed the large envelope into her equally large handbag with an irritated “Harrumph.”

Frank stood and said “Now can I take you home Edna? By the way you look lovely all dressed up.”

She eyed Frank suspiciously “How is it you’re driving me home again? No other innocents to terrorize today?” A low blow on her part. But since she couldn’t seem to hit him physically it would have to do.

Keeping his anger in check, the barb hit too close to home, he smiled and said “All of your people are going through a final debrief at BB’s. Besides I got us a limo for the ride.”

Then Frank stepped behind the wheelchair that she was required to leave in and started pushing her out the door and past the broken glass. He said, “We will just tell the nurse it was an accident, shall we?”

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It was Saturday morning and Barbara was up early. She was so happy. It was party day! She showered and put on her BB’s Nanny’s dress. It had hidden away in the back of her closet between an old raincoat and a beat up overcoat. Neither of which she would wear again. She doubted that Gerald had ever bothered to look through all her clothes. It should be a complete surprise. She herself was pleasantly surprised it still fit so well.

She then sat done and did her makeup and hair. She was not planning on wearing the Nanny dress to the party. It was more to set the tone for the day once she woke up Gerald. Besides she had the cutest lemon yellow mother /daughter dress combination for them to wear to the party. Complete with gloves and matching sun bonnets.

Once she was ready, she opened the curtains in the bedroom and quickly stepped out into the hallway. She did not want to be seen until after his shower. She shouted “Get up lazy bones. We have a busy day today. Hurry up and get in the shower.”

Gerald groaned and pulled a pillow over his eyes the from somewhere under the pillow he grumbled “You have got to be kidding Barb. There is nothing on the calendar today. Do you know how rare that is? I planned on sleeping until at least noon. Now go away.”

Barbara said “Hah, you can’t put surprise plans on the calendar silly. However, you make sure they are cleared. Now hit the shower. Don’t forget to shave. You’re getting prickly down below again.”

Gerald said from beneath his pillow “Really? A surprise?”

Barbara sang out “Big surprise! But not if you don’t get out of bed.”

Gerald slowly pulled himself out of bed. He was not sure he was up for a surprise agenda but the thought about a fresh shave gave him some luscious thoughts of cuddling with his wife. Smooth skin against even smoother skin was awesome.

Gerald, having used the toilet, showered and shaved wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the bedroom. He needed to find Barbara so he could figure out what kind of clothes they were going to wear that day. He walked into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks. At first, he thought it was one of his Nannys from BB’s but the dress was slightly off from the current uniform he was used to. Then things started slamming into his brain. That was his wife not his nanny. On the bed was a changing pad. On the bed was baby powder. On the bed was one of his favorite princess diapers from BB’s.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish. His towel fell to the floor unnoticed. He thought he might be having a stroke.

Barabra giggled as the towel hit the floor. That flabbergasted look was exactly what she was hoping for. She walked over and led the unresisting man to the bed and sat him down on the corner.

Gerald finally got his brain in gear and as he sat down, he said “I don’t understand honey. Why are you doing this? I thought we were not going to do this together.” While his brain was slow to register what was happening the lower, more primitive brain was already responding. Standing up to give its opinion.

Barbara was happy to see his cock harden. A horny man was much easier to control. She handed him a little homemade card that he had given her with a box of chocolates after a wonderful Valentine dinner at her favorite restaurant last February.

Gerald took the card and looked at it blankly and then back up at Barabara.

Barbara said, “Read it to me dear.”

Gerald looked back down and read “If this token is cashed within the bearer’s lifetime (Bearer – Barbara Jenner) the bearer will be entitled to twenty-four hours continuous unlimited use of the sex slave (Gerald Jenner). This token has no cash value.”

Barabara looked into Gerald’s eyes and said, “Did you mean it?”

Gerald put it together as a last minute add on to the chocolates. He thought writing something like that in lawyer speak would be funny. He never really thought she would use it. His cock throbbed, his mind whirled. This was power, far more power than he had ever given to anyone. Even his Nanny at BB’s. It could mean anything, he had not thought to build any limits. Hmm, maybe not so good at the lawyer stuff after all. Good thing he didn’t write contracts for a living. He looked back into the deep blue eyes of the women he loved and trusted. He gulped and softly said “Yes.”

Barbara smiled and said “Good.” She licked her lips and asked “Now what does a slave do?”

Gerald’s heart hammered in his chest as he said, “They obey.”

Barbara said “Very good. They obey. They do not question, they do not argue. Do they?”

Gerald shook his head and said, “No, they don’t.”

Barabra said “For today you are going to be my little girl, Cindy. My little toddler girl. I know we had agreed to not bring this into our marriage, but I feel that we have shown that we don’t need this to be a couple. We can handle the very occasional fun day. So today we are going to give it a go. All you need to do is to obey, ok?”

All he needed to do was obey. The Cindy part of Gerald said softly “Yes.”

The Mommy part of Barbara said, “Yes what?”

Cindy quivered a bit and said “Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy said “Good girl. Now lay down here so Mommy can get you ready for breakfast.”

Cindy slid across the bed and lay down on the changing pad. The actions were both familiar and very unfamiliar since they were happening in her own bedroom.

Mommy stood over her little girl and then leaned in began to slowly stroke the clitty standing so tall and hard. She said “It seems little Cindy is excited about her diaper. However, Mommy has plans for this clitty later today and does not want it to run out of creamies beforehand.”

The words echoed in Cindy’s head. The same cadence, the same word choice. If he ever doubted her Mommy worked at BB’s in the past it was gone now.

Before she even knew her Mommy had left the bedroom she was back. Her hand holding a kitchen towel.

Mommy said “I have the perfect thing to calm things down. We can’t properly close that diaper with that clitty sticking up. Can we baby?” With that she placed the ice filled towel directly on her little girl parts.

Cindy gave a girlish shriek of surprise when the cold hit her. The shock was almost painful in its intensity. She could almost feel herself shrinking, her clitty trying to crawl its way back inside her.

A minute later Mommy said to herself “That worked better than I expected.” She powdered Cindy’s privates and lifted her legs, with a little help, and powdered her smooth cute butt. She slid the diaper under and soon had it snugly in place. She was happy that her old skills came back so quickly. The diaper had a picture of Snow White on the front and off to the right. As Cindy wet her diaper the seven dwarves would appear to let Mommy know it was time for a change. She went into the closet and returned with a matching Snow White nightgown. Perfect.

Once the gown was in place, she led her little toddler girl to the kitchen for breakfast.

Each step amazed Cindy. When had his Mommy set this up? She half expected to find a highchair in the kitchen. She followed her Mommy, sat in the chair and was pushed up tight. Her arms purposely kept below the tabletop.

Mommy took the pale blue “Mommies Messy Baby” bib and placed it around Cindy’s neck and fed Cindy her oatmeal. A nice big bowl with brown sugar and blueberries. Every couple of bites Mommy would lift a sippy cup of apple juice to Cindy’s lips. Mommy hoped the combination of oatmeal and apple juice would make for a mess later at the party. She loved the idea of Cindy standing there with a stinky, drooping diaper crying for Mommy to change her.

The morning zoomed by, and Cindy soon found herself standing in the living room wearing a yellow sundress with monarch butterflies patches seemingly flying about the dress. It had short sleeves and a peter pan collar. The sleeve and dress hem had a bit of white lace. The dress was short and hit above mid-thigh. She was sure her diaper, which was now covered in a panty with many rows of white lace and yellow bows across the bottom, stuck out whenever she moved. She fiddled with the white gloves she was wearing and wondered how long she would have to wear the silly bonnet. Then Mommy walked in.

Mommy was wearing almost then same outfit. The dress was longer, almost to her knees and she was wearing black high heels with pantyhose instead of black Mary Janes and short lacy socks. The bonnet which felt so silly on Cindy looked fashionable and lady like on her. She was beautiful and Cindy’s heart soared.

She watched as Mommy grabbed her purse and phone and started herding her toward the garage door. Cindy was in too much shock to protest at first wand was soon in the garage. She swallowed and said, “Mommy where are we going?” Her fear rising. Her career would be over if she was discovered dressed like this.

Mommy said “We are going to a very special party. Don’t worry, Mommy will take care of you. You have nothing to fear or be worried about. No one will see you until we get there.” Then she opened the rear door of the car and said, “Hop in honey.”

Her fear rooted her to the spot. She couldn’t move. Outside of the house! A party!

Mommy saw the fear and tried to gently guide her into the car. It was like pushing a tree. No amount of cajoling was making a difference. Her fear of the unknown and discovery had frozen her in place. Mommy decided to take direct action. She stepped over and locked the door to the house with a loud click. The noise seemed loud in the quiet garage but it barely registered on Cindy.

Mommy sighed and pushed the garage door button and with a whirring noise the garage door started to rise.

That snapped Cindy’s paralysis. The safety of the garage was disappearing bit by bit. Soon it would be high enough that anyone in the street could see her. She looked up at her Mommy, her face pale. There was only one place to go. To hide. She flung herself into the backseat of the car.

Smiling Mommy leaned into the back seat and hugged her shaking daughter. She cooed and said “It’s ok baby. Let Mommy handle everything. No one is going to find out anything.” She wiped a small tear away.

Cindy had slipped into her child space and said “Pwomise?”

Mommy said, “I promise.” Then she kissed her on the forehead and buckled her seatbelt. She paused for a second and then fished a brand new Barney pacifier from her purse. She slipped into Cindy’s mouth and said, “That should make you feel better baby.”

As Mommy started the car and backed out of the garage Cindy worked her pacifier and was thankful that as the D.A. she got a special sticker that allowed total blackout tinting of the all the windows except for the windshield. She wondered where they could be going. Where was her Mommy taking her? Did she really expect her to get out of the car?

 

(This is epilogue part 1. Questions? Comments? Let me know. I hope you enjoyed the story! (CCApril@Proton.me)).