Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

[Elfy]

Anna and Ryan are living life as best they can when blackballed from society. Things take an unexpected turn when there is a knock at the door.

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A quick recap of the first story for anyone who needs it:

Anna was left stranded in Sallas after her parents were killed in a car crash. Sallas is a place of extreme misogyny, that treats women as little more than babies and servants. Anna was adopted to a Sallasian couple and forced to grow up in this society, but she has always hated it and is desperate to escape.

Forcibly married to Ryan, Anna's future seemed decidedly unpleasant as she joined him at college, not to attend classes, but as his trophy wife. That all changed when Ryan revealed that he hates Sallas as much as she does, and that he doesn't want to treat her badly. They tried to navigate college together, living as equally as they could at home whilst subjected to the extreme pressures to conform.

Anna meets a friend, Jane, who is in a much worse marriage than her. Anna desperately wants to help Jane, but her options are severely limited. When Jane's husband gets tired of her, he has her sent away to Finishing School, something which devastates Anna who knows she will never see her friend again.

Eventually it proved too much. Ryan was forced to choose between sending Anna to "Finishing School" (little more than a torturous prison) or being expelled from college and giving up his dreams of working in business. Ryan chose Anna. The two left college together with little idea as to where their lives will go...

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Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

By Elfy

Anna was strapped to a pink plastic chair. Between her lips was a pacifier so large it filled her mouth and a strap going around her head held it firmly in place. She had the thickest diaper she had ever seen around her waist and the pink baby dress did nothing to hide it. Around her were a dozen other women similarly stuck in place and similarly dressed. She struggled but found movement difficult with such a huge amount of thickness between her legs.

The room was filled with the muffled sounds of struggle and the smell of used diapers. Anna recoiled when she looked around at her neighbours before realising, she looked just as bad as they did it. Projected on to a screen in front of them all was a video. It was like a business training video but was showing the women in the playpen what they were supposed to be. A film of women doing domestic chores, shopping and being properly respectful of the men around them, In between frames Anna occasionally noticed a flash of a word, but she could never quite make out what it said.

Made to look like a nursery the room felt like a strange bastardisation of a place that you would send your child. This nursery looked exactly like a child’s daycare at first look, but the longer you spent in there the more you noticed its true reason to exist. The uniformed guards by the doors, the cameras in each corner of the room, the books not being classic nursery rhymes but instruction manuals on how to do chores…

Anna pulled harder against the restraints. As she stared at the video playing in front of her, she tried to remember how long she had been there. It felt like forever. Time had lost all meaning. Maybe she had simply always been there.

Anna’s head lulled forwards slightly but the endlessly repeating images continued to appear in her mind. She tried to force them away, but they had a hold of her, they seemed to grab her head like tentacles as they pulled themselves closer and spread like a cancer. Her resistance became weaker as the words flashing up in the film became clearer.

“Baby.”

“Maid.”

“Useless.”

“Need Man.”

Inside her head the last vestiges of who she once had been screamed but like water rushing through a cracked dam the words spread. Anna felt herself losing control of her bladder as if she had never been potty trained. The warmth spreading through her padding as the words cycled endlessly in her brain. All around her Anna could see the previously squirming women sitting docile as the guards walked up to each one with an injection.

“No…” Anna mumbled around the pacifier.

Suddenly it wasn’t a guard holding the needle. Anna turned and saw Jane standing before her in one of the guard uniforms, it bulged out around her waist from the hefty diaper underneath. Anna’s old friend stared at her with dead eyes and a flat emotionless face.

“You left me…” Jane said as the needle was moved towards her arm, “You could’ve saved me.”

Anna shook her head. The words were seeping in and her resistance crumbled completely. As the needle went into her arm and Jane pressed the plunger Anna screamed hopelessly.

“Anna!”

Anna was being shaken, and she sat up so fast she nearly butted heads with Ryan. She could feel that she was covered with sweat and was breathing hard. She instinctively grabbed her arm where the needle had been, there was nothing there. She took a few deep breaths and felt a familiar shameful wetness between her legs.

“The nightmare again?” Ryan asked as she placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder.

Anna nodded before letting out a sob. Ryan pulled her closer to his shoulder as she cried softly. It had been a recurring nightmare for a while now. No matter how many times she ended up in that “Finishing School” it never felt any less real. It was stupid, she didn’t even know what the inside of one of those institutions actually looked like, her brain was just filling in the blanks with every horror it could conceive of. She felt Ryan pulling the cover back and revealing the wet patch on the bed. Anna had wet herself.

“It’s OK.” Ryan whispered in Anna’s ear, “You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry.” Anna said as she pulled away and wiped her eyes.

“You don’t have to apologise.” Ryan replied, “You’re fine.”

“I mean, I’m sorry for…” Anna gestured down to the wet patch.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ryan smiled sleepily, “Why don’t you get cleaned up? I’ll change the sheets.”

Anna slipped out of bed. She was naked as she stood up and the floorboard underneath her feet creaked loudly. The space between the bed and the wall was cramped meaning she had to awkwardly sidle out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

The apartment was small, old and, despite Anna’s best efforts, falling apart. The wallpaper Anna walked past was peeling, one of the windows was boarded up and she had to step around crack in the floor that seemed to threaten to fall through at the slightest hint of weight. In the bathroom Anna pulled on a long string that was hanging from the ceiling, the lightbulb flickered to life.

The water heater for the building was broken so the water in the shower never warmed up. Anna shivered as she stepped under the showerhead. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so she quickly soaped herself up and rinsed herself off. She couldn’t shake the image of Jane from her head. Not long before Anna and Ryan had made their quick exit from the college Ryan had been attending, Jane had experienced an altogether less voluntary withdrawal. The closest person to a friend Anna had ever had, Jane had displeased her husband who had promptly sent her away to Finishing School. Anna had no idea what had happened to her but could guess it wasn’t good. People who went into those places were often not seen again, and those that re-appeared were unrecognisable to their old selves, and to their families.

It had been ten months since they had moved into the apartment building. It had been the cheapest place that Ryan and Anna could find and even then was at the upper limit of what they could afford. After they left the college in disgrace, they knew they were going to be outcasts but perhaps they had underestimated just how bad things could be. Ryan had immediately started looking for work, but he had been blacklisted from even most menial jobs, even a cursory background search on him would’ve found black marks that made employers run away, things like “Dissident” and “Suspicious Individual.” All because he’d had the gall to not want to treat Anna like a second-class citizen. Things had become desperate before Ryan found a job in a call centre; it was the only place that would give him a chance. The money he was paid was only just enough to afford rent and bills, even food had become a bit of an extravagance.

Despite the difficulties Ryan and Anna had remained close. In fact, they may have become closer than ever before in spite of the hardships they faced. The problem was that love can only get a person so far, the truth was they were desperately struggling with no support network and in a place with no safety net. There was no sign that things would get better either as both of their families had been quick to disown them.

The worst part for Anna was the way Ryan was very clearly being crushed. His spirit and soul seemed to be ebbing away and every time he came home from work, he would look that bit more miserable. Anna found herself wondering if it hadn’t all been a terrible mistake, she sometimes wondered if Ryan resented her and wished he had chosen differently. After all, this was all because of her. If Ryan had sent her away, he would be an executive on his way to the top rather than stuck at the bottom living in a cold flat and eating the cheapest food.

“Damn it.” Anna muttered as shivered into her towel after her shower.

The nightmares were awful and happened twice a week or so. She had never been to the dreaded Finishing School so her mind was conjuring up something that may not even have existed. The worst part for Anna was the effect it had on her bladder. Having been potty trained so recently she usually didn’t have too many problems as long as a toilet was nearby, but wetting the bed was a common result of her bad dreams. Ryan hadn’t brought up wearing “protection” to bed, but she knew he must be thinking about it, they couldn’t exactly afford to replace their mattress. Diapers were something she was only too used to, having only recently been able to get out of them she dreaded having to go back for any reason whatsoever.

Anna knew she wasn’t going to get any more sleep. She slipped on her dressing gown and walked through to the living room. The flat was a lot smaller than the place they had stayed in at college and the living room was the best example of this lack of space. An old television was against the far wall, a wooden table with a bent leg in the middle of the room and just beyond that a couch that had numerous holes in it.

Anna sat on the couch and flicked on the television. The morning news was on. The problem with the news in Sallas was that it was nearly impossible to tell what was real or fake, the propaganda was so rife that seeing through it became very difficult. The presenter was excitedly telling his audience about Sallas’s economy doing well and suggesting it was because there weren’t any “distractions” in the workforce. “Distractions” was clearly a code word for women as they showed short clips from various office and factories extolling the virtues of their society. Anna could only roll her eyes. It was all so transparent, she found it hard to believe anyone fell for their crap.

In any other country Anna would be in one of those offices or laboratories. She knew she was smart but at no point had any of that intelligence been nurtured, she had never been given the opportunity to show what she could do. She never would get that chance either, not whilst she was where she was, when she was who she was. She tried not to dwell on her lost potential, but it was difficult.

Anna went over to the drawers in the corner and retrieved a tattered old book. She brought it back to the couch and opened the frayed cover. There she looked at herself from long ago, back before her parents had died, leaving her stranded in the hell that was Sallas. She thought she looked a lot like her mother, but she had her father’s eyes for sure. Her photo album of her as a baby was practically all that had survived the car crash that had killed her parents. She remembered so little about them.

“… And finally, a reminder of this morning’s big story.” The newscaster said as Anna turned the page, “A number of civil disruptions around the country last night forced the police to crackdown on some undesirables and dissenters. A spokesman for the government said the ringleaders had been rounded up and that there is no cause for alarm.”

Anna changed the channel. There was a morning talk show on one of the more rabidly pro-government channels. A man was practically frothing at the mouth as he ranted and raved that women were still too free. Anna shook her head, to some men in Sallas the very idea that a woman might have an independent thought was enough to send them into an apoplectic rage.

“… I’m telling you they will be the downfall of us all!” The balding pudgy man said. His spit flew across the table as he angrily dropped his fist against the surface.

“Whilst I agree any idea of, pardon my language, feminism, is abhorrent to our society I’m not sure what you would like the government to do…” A more professional looking man replied. His suit was wrinkle-free, and he didn’t have a single hair out of place. The so-called “moderate.”

“For a start we could make Finishing School mandatory.” The angry man replied, “Get these girls out of the school system and teach what they really need to know early. Stamp out these ridi-”

Anna changed the channel. Whilst she was used to hearing men attacking women for every ill in society the ideas being expressed on that show were just too horrifying to think about. Finishing School was essentially a prison designed to brainwash women into being good little girls, it was currently used as punishment for women that didn’t conform perfectly, the idea of sending all females there made Anna shudder.

The next channel was for children. To be more accurate it was for little boys. Anna watched as two puppets talked to a group of little boys sitting in front of them.

“And a girl, even an itty-bitty little girl the same age as you…” The puppet dog’s paw pointed at the children in front of him. He had a deep authoritative voice and was the face of one of the most popular children’s brands in Sallas, “Can be a very a dangerous thing.”

“But how can an itty-bitty little girl be dangerous?” The second puppet seemed modelled on a mouse. He spoke with a back-country twang to his voice that Anna supposed was to make him sound less intelligent.

“Because they are naughty.” The dog puppet replied seriously, “They are always looking for ways to get boys in trouble. It’s why it’s important for all you little boys to…”

“Report bad behaviour!” The children all chorused.

“That’s right!” The puppet dog nodded, “To your Daddies, teachers, or local govern-…”

Anna turned the television off. She laid down on the cushions of the couch with her head resting against the arm. She hadn’t planned to drift off but suddenly came to when she heard Ryan’s footsteps coming down the hallway. He paused at the entrance to the living room for a second before heading into the kitchen. The sun was just starting to rise giving the sky outside a red glow. Anna sat up and stretched as Ryan came walking back in with two mugs of coffee.

“I’ve got some eggs and bacon cooking.” Ryan said as he put the mugs down on the table.

“Shouldn’t you be watching it?” Anna asked as she yawned, “You could start a fire.”

“In this place?” Ryan shrugged, “Could be an improvement.”

Anna laughed as she picked up her drink. It tasted cheap, which of course it was. Unlike when they were supported by Ryan’s parents, they couldn’t afford to spend much on luxuries. The cheapest store-brand instant coffee was still pushing the boat out for them.

Soon they were sitting in the living room eating their breakfast. They didn’t really have a lot to talk about, but Anna was happy in the silence. If anything was brought up, she felt sure it would be her nightmare and what had happened as a result of it. The silence was much better than that particular conversation.

“I suppose I should get ready.” Ryan sighed as he stood up.

Anna did the washing up whilst Ryan had a quick shower and then got dressed in his suit. He came into the kitchen where the married couple shared a little kiss before he broke away with a smile, his hand came up and cupped Anna’s cheek. They had been getting a little more intimate since leaving college, they certainly hadn’t jumped straight into bed with one another, but they were becoming more romantic over time. It was just hard for Anna to let herself get carried away, part of her was still waiting for the penny to drop and for Ryan to send her away so he could get on with a much better life than the one he had with her. It was nonsense, of course, Ryan had been given plenty of opportunities to give Anna up and had never done so.

“I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.” Ryan said, “Do we need anything for dinner?”

“I think we’re alright for tonight.” Anna replied.

It was slightly ironic that Anna and Ryan had been ostracised from society because of their resistance to Sallas’s extreme gender roles because now, in some small ways, they found themselves conforming to them. Whilst Ryan worked Anna looked after the home which meant doing most of the cooking and cleaning. It only seemed fair that she help out since Ryan had to work so much, and as difficult as it was for Ryan to find his job, it would’ve been impossible for Anna.

“I’ll see you later.” Ryan sighed and tried to put on a brave smile.

“Have a good day.” Anna replied.

“You too.” Ryan’s smile was a bit more genuine now.

Just as Ryan was turning to head to the front door there was a loud knock followed by the ringing of a doorbell. Ryan froze in his tracks. Anna hurried forwards and peered around the doorframe as if expecting to see something other than the front door.

There were many reasons for Ryan and Anna to be nervous. They kept to themselves, not many people would associate with people that had been labelled as undesirables and those that would weren’t people Anna wanted to know. Neither of them had made any friends of acquaintances in the area so the fact there was someone at the door filled them both with dread.

“Did you pay the rent?” Anna whispered to Ryan.

“We’re only one month behind…” Ryan muttered in reply, “Jean doesn’t normally start knocking unless it’s three months.”

“Then who is it?” Anna hissed.

Ryan shrugged at her and then they both turned to the door. There were more bangs and insistent rings of the bell. Whoever it was, they were fairly insistent that they were going to be coming in sooner rather than later.

“W-Who is it?” Ryan called from the safety of the kitchen doorway.

“Open the door, Mr. Manning.” A deep voice replied.

“Not unless you tell me what you want.” Ryan called back.

“How about you open the door before we get impatient.” The voice replied.

Anna tried to hold Ryan back as he went to step forwards. He turned to face her and shrugged, he was right, there was nowhere for them to run or hide. They didn’t know who was at the door, but it seemed like they were going to come in one way or another. Anna followed Ryan out but stayed several steps behind.

Ryan opened the door, and Anna could see two men in suits on the other side. They pushed past Ryan and walked in as if they owned the place. Anna didn’t like the way they looked at her and smiled. Ryan closed the door as the two walked into the living room. Anna was tensed up, she didn’t know why these people were there, but she was ready to fight for her life if she needed to.

“You see, Jimmy, didn’t I tell you she was beautiful.” The man doing the talking had snow white hair. His small nose seemed almost swallowed by his glasses that did little to hide a pair of very piercing eyes.

“That you did.” Replied the younger of the two men. He was chewing gum and was leering at Anna.

“Who are you?” Ryan asked.

“Jimmy.” The older man said with a dismissive wave, “But you can call me Mr. Sawyer.”

Anna watched as the intruder present a piece of paper to Ryan. As he did so the older man sat down on the couch. He waited a few seconds whilst Ryan looked over the paper, in the meantime the younger man walked over to Jimmy, who Anna suspected was his boss, and stood next to him. The whole time Ryan was reading neither of the intruders took their eyes off Anna.

“I don’t think I understand…” Ryan finally said as he looked up with a frown, “What is this?”

“That.” Mr. Sawyer said without turning from Anna, “Is a contract.”

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[CDfm]

As is often the case, I missed this coming out. Glad I finally noticed it. It sure doesn’t sound like a good sit for any woman in this country When  there’s finally a man who is protecting his woman, it’s a huge struggle. I don’t know who these new intruders are but I don’t think they have any good intentions for Anna . 
I will be looking forward to seeing the next chapter. 

[Elfy]

The offer has been made and it is one that Anna and Ryan can't refuse.

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“I understand that much.” Ryan replied, “But what is it for and why are you giving it to me?”

“They told me you were bright.” Mr. Sawyer pursed his lips, “It is a contract to come and work for the government.”

“The government!?” Anna and Ryan exclaimed at the same time.

Ryan walked across the living room to show Anna the paper. Even this small amount of respect towards Anna seemed to make the people from the government very uncomfortable. It was definitely a contract, but the question in her mind was less what she was holding and more why it was being offered. They were persona non grata, there had to be a catch.

“I don’t want to work for you.” Ryan said after a minute. He put his arm around Anna, “I don’t care what the job is.”

“You haven’t given me a chance to explain to you what is on offer.” Mr. Sawyer said. He smiled but his eyes remained cold. Anna was reminded of a snake.

“It doesn’t matter.” Ryan shook his head, “Whatever your offer is, I refuse. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get to work.”

“Sit down, Mr. Manning.” Mr. Sawyer said. He turned to Anna, “Here you go, darling.”

Mr. Sawyer had reached into his bag and produced a small soft toy, a brown furred bear with a big friendly smile. It was a child’s toy, and it was held out for Anna who took it. She felt the red mist descending as she took the bear that was clearly meant to distract her as if she were some child who would be uninterested in what the adults said. She threw it to the floor whilst her eyes were locked on the government worker. He smiled.

Anna balled her fists. She had never been the most patient woman in the world, and it had gotten both her and Ryan into trouble plenty of times in the past. Ryan said he liked her fiery temper, but as his arm around her tightened slightly it seemed clear he was warning her to keep her head. She reluctantly sat on the edge of the armchair whilst Ryan sat in the seat.

“Mr. Manning… Do you mind if I call you Ryan?” Jimmy asked casually.

Ryan simply shrugged.

“Very well, Ryan. My name is Jimmy Sawyer.” The government official said, “Let me tell you what we’re offering.”

Anna could feel Ryan shifting in his seat. He was clearly as uncomfortable as she was. There were two employees of the government in their living room and that couldn’t be a good thing no matter what they professed.

“Ryan, we are authorised today to offer you a job in middle-management within the government with plenty of chances for career progression.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You will receive an honorary degree to make up for the one you gave up. You’ll be moved into a wonderful house within a very safe gated community with a monthly stipend on top of your wage as well as a live-in maid.”

There was silence as Jimmy Sawyer finished his pitch. He leaned back in his chair and smiled again. Anna looked down at her husband who seemed to have been struck dumb by what was not only a generous offer of employment but a way back into civilised society. Mr. Sawyer was offering a way out of the dangerous neighbourhood they found themselves in and a very comfortable existence. It was too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” Ryan asked after a minute where he seemed to have lost his ability to talk.

“The catch?” Mr. Sawyer replied airily, as if he couldn’t imagine why the couple sitting in front of him might be suspicious of his motives.

“You don’t expect me to believe you would walk in here and offer me all that for nothing?” Ryan snorted, “I’m not a fool, Mr. Sawyer. To go from the bottom of the barrel to being offered all this… You want something from us.”

“Ah, so suspicious…” Mr. Sawyer’s smile became cold again, “But as a matter of fact you’re right. The government of Sallas has need of you… your wife, to be exact.”

“What could they possibly want from me?” Anna asked. She didn’t know if speaking up was a good thing. Mr. Sawyer and his assistant reacted as if someone had just scratched their nails down a chalkboard, the very idea of a woman speaking to them freely seemed to appal them, “I’m just a woman, remember?”

“Then maybe you should do something useful like make us some coffee.” Mr. Sawyer’s low voice sounded threatening.

“And maybe you can fu-…” Anna started before Ryan stopped her. She continued to quietly seethe.

“What do you want from us?” Ryan asked.

“Simply put, the pair of you have a value.” Mr. Sawyer said, “Especially Anna.”

“I do?” Anna frowned. She couldn’t imagine anything she had that would be valuable to the government.

“Sallas is facing a demographics crisis.” Jimmy Sawyer said as he leaned forwards again, “The population is getting old and there aren’t enough new babies. Then there are the terrorist attacks…”

Anna snorted with laughter before she could stop herself. What Sallas described as “terrorist attacks” was in reality little more than a protest. Anna had indeed seen news about these disturbances, but they were very minor and few in number, it certainly didn’t seem to be something she imagined would upset the all-powerful government. She had heard rumours of a resistance to the extreme patriarchy that existed in Sallas but had never given it much thought, the task of freeing women in Sallas was impossibly big. In any case, if there was a resistance they didn’t seem to be very good as the protests were easily beaten down. Mr. Sawyer was continuing without even looking Anna’s way.

“We want to encourage immigration to remedy our demographic dilemma, and we want to reshape global culture in our image to make us friends abroad. You know, diplomacy and all that jazz.” Mr. Sawyer continued. He leaned back in his seat and crossed one leg over the other.

“You call this culture?” Anna asked spitefully, “This… oppression?”

“Mr. Manning.” Jimmy Sawyer’s façade was cracking and the anger he was feeling was starting to seep through, “Would you get your girl under control so we can talk like men?”

“She’s not wrong.” Ryan said with a shrug.

“We’re wasting our time.” The younger employee said, “You can’t negotiate with these degenerates.”

“How about you just cut to the chase?” Ryan said, “Then we can reject your proposal, and we can all move on with our lives.”

“Very well.” Mr. Sawyer slipped easily back into control, “Let me put it to you like this. Anna, as a foreign-born girl, is almost uniquely positioned to be of use in marketing Sallas to other women. We want to market you as the perfect Sallasian couple.”

The irony was so great that Anna almost laughed in the man’s face. They had been kicked out of college, blacklisted from any reputable employer and made to live in the poorest and most dangerous part of the city precisely because they were the exact opposite of what Sallas wanted. All of a sudden, they were a commodity that the government wanted to use? The ideal for the rest of the country, nay, the world, to strive for?

“Us? The perfect Sallasian couple?” Ryan asked sceptically, mirroring Anna’s thoughts.

“Obviously we’ll be… helping you with what to say and do.” Mr. Sawyer said carefully, “You’ll be expected to keep up appearances. We have a campaign laid out. Believe it or not, Mr. Manning, but you and your wife will be celebrities, millions have already been spent in preparation.”

Anna suddenly felt a chill. There was something in the government man’s words which suddenly made this seem less like a choice and more like an order. It they had already spent so much money on this plan then there was surely no way they would allow it to be scuppered by herself and Ryan.

“What happens if we say no?” Anna asked anxiously.

“Ah, well, that’s where things might get tricky for you.” Mr. Sawyer said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie which he placed on the table, “We didn’t come alone, you understand.”

“Be straight with us.” Ryan said.

“Very well.” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head, “I have an order for Anna and Ryan Manning to be removed from this apartment and placed into a Finishing School. If I tell the people waiting downstairs to act, they will be up here and handcuffing her within one minute.”

“What for!?” Ryan demanded.

“I believe the order accuses your girl of assisting deviant groups. As for yourself, the order declares you are mentally incompetent and would join your wife in enjoying a stay at one of our finest Finishing Schools.” Mr. Sawyer replied.

“That’s bullshit.” Ryan shook his head.

“Do you really think that matters?” Mr. Sawyer asked. It was an honest question, and the obvious answer was that it didn’t.

“But… I’m a man…” Ryan frowned. He had never heard of men being sent away the same way women were.

“That’s questionable.” The younger government employee smirked.

“It is less common.” Mr. Sawyer conceded, “But the government has started experimenting with forcibly regressing those men it sees no other use for.”

Anna shuddered. To think she was so close to being sent to a place she had always heard was hell made her stomach turn. She stood up and walked across to the window on the other side of the living room. When she looked down at the street below, she could see a government van waiting with several people in body armour.

“Once you are both fully regressed you will be used to market Sallas anyway.” Mr. Sawyer finished, “You will be separated, of course, and adopted by other couples who would show what a wonderful system we have. You would be the first “little couple”, brought together as regressed citizens and used to espouse the benefits of regressing certain… people. After all, Mr. Manning, the government isn’t heartless, we wouldn’t want to split up such a loving couple.”

Anna jumped when she felt a hand on her back. It was Ryan. He wrapped her in a loose hug as he peered out through the window as well. Mr. Sawyer’s words had shaken both of them. Neither of them had any doubt that the threats were real and if they did the wrong thing now, they would be in the facility within hours. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking at your doom knowing one misstep is all it would take.

“We have no choice.” Ryan whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Anna nodded. Her eyes were full of tears. For a few more seconds Ryan held her, she turned around and he placed a light kiss on her forehead. Together they went back to their seat.

“Fine. We’ll do it.” Ryan eventually said.

“Marvellous.” Mr. Sawyer said happily, as if it was a genuine free choice they had made, “Let this be the start of a long and fruitful partnership! Ryan, we have some forms for you to sign whilst Anna gets properly dressed.”

“Properly dressed?” Anna asked.

“Yes. You will be expected to maintain a suitable style of dress.” Mr. Sawyer picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke into it, “We are a go. Please bring up the outfit for the girl.”

Anna looked around nervously. This apartment had been their home for only a short time, but it represented what she knew. She had no idea what would be on the other side of this agreement, there was no way she was going to trust what the government was saying and there was a part of her that expected to be taken to a Finishing School regardless.

“We will leave in ten minutes.” Mr. Sawyer said as he pulled out a stack of papers for Ryan to sign.

“We’re going today?” Ryan asked in shock, “W-What about all our stuff?”

“You will have no need for any of it at your new house.” Mr. Sawyer said, “It comes fully furnished.”

Anna rather thought that missed the point. Sure, they didn’t have much but some of this stuff still had a sentimental value. Anna thought about her photo album, there was no way she could leave that behind, it was all she had left of her parents.

“This is all happening rather fast.” Ryan muttered.

“I understand.” Mr. Sawyer nodded sympathetically, “You may gather whatever you need as long as it fits in a suitcase… and you can get it ready in ten minutes.”

“You want us to make all our stuff up now?” Ryan asked.

“Like I said, we leave in ten minutes.” Mr. Sawyer replied.

Ryan immediately started hurrying towards the bedroom and Anna went to follow until she felt Mr. Sawyer roughly grab her wrist. Her temper flashed and she tried to pull away unsuccessfully. Mr. Sawyer shook his head and Anna gritted her teeth.

“Ryan!” Anna called, “My album…”

“I’m on it.” Ryan replied as he hurried away.

A minute later yet more people were walking into the apartment. Just minutes ago, it had been Ryan and Anna’s home but just like that it had been taken away from them. Anna watched nervously as men came in with boxes and trunks. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but it seemed like they were going to empty the apartment before the couple even got out. Finally, two men came in with suitcases, they walked into the living room and up to Mr. Sawyer.

“Wonderful.” Mr. Sawyer smiled, “Gentlemen, if you could get the girl ready as soon as possible.”

Mr. Sawyer walked away and seemed to head towards the bedroom where Ryan was. Anna watched anxiously as the suitcases were opened. When she saw what was inside, she felt her stomach drop. It shouldn’t have surprised her, and deep down it didn’t, but having reality thrust in her face was still difficult.

“Please don’t…” Anna said quietly.

“Rules are rules.” One of the men said, “Now don’t resist, we wouldn’t want to have to tell Mr. Sawyer you’ve been naughty.”

The threat was implicit, and Anna knew her choices were to do as she was told like a good little Sallasian woman or resist and get both her and Ryan into more trouble than they could handle. She shook as she took a deep breath and looked into the suitcases again. One contained a very frilly pink dress, it was folded up still so she couldn’t see all the details, but it was clearly meant to be very childish indeed. The other suitcase had a small stack of diapers along with wipes and powder.

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[ThreeJ]

This sounds like there's some inspiration from The Handmaid's Tale, the TV show anyway. I haven't read the book (yet), therefore I don't know where the influence of the book ends in the plot of the show. I'm curious to read further!

[CDfm]

Well that wasn’t much of a choice. I do think they are better off with not going to the finishing school. I don’t know how long Anna will last before she voices her opinions and ends up in finishing school anyway but the longer she can last, the better off she will be. 
I am looking forward to reading more. 

[Elfy]

Once Anna has been made ready, it is time for a road trip as she, along with Ryan, are whisked away from their old life for something totally unknown to them.

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Ever since Anna had potty trained herself, she had avoided diapers as much as was possible. She still had to put one on occasionally for the sake of appearances. There weren’t women’s bathrooms in most establishments so if she was going to be away from home for a while she sometimes put one on for safety. But it was always grudging and the diapers she wore were the thinnest she and Ryan could find. The ones in the suitcase looked many times thicker and even had childish designs of butterflies around them.

One of the men walked forwards and started pulling at the cord holding her robe together. She yelped and before she knew what she was doing she had slapped him in the face. He took a step back and rubbed his cheek whilst the other man laughed. The man she had slapped stared at her with such fierceness and Anna was certain that if he hadn’t been ordered otherwise, he would be doing a lot worse than slapping her in return.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Anna started. She didn’t like the look of the anger the man was staring at her with.

“I’m going to tell you this once.” The man said as his hand dropped down to reveal a red mark where Anna’s palm had connected with his face, “You are going to be a good girl for us or you’ll be in Finishing School faster than you can call for your pussy-whipped husband, got it?”

Anna sniffed back tears that threatened to fall. She had always fought her corner no matter how stacked the odds were but this time she truly knew how close she was to a fate worse than death. She slowly nodded her head and looked at the ground.

“I want to hear you say it.” The man said as he stepped forwards again.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Anna muttered.

“Louder.” The man demanded.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Anna’s trembling voice carried around the room and got a few laughs from the men. They must all know she was a dissident and how much it humiliated her to have to say it.

The man took another step forwards until he was so close Anna was engulfed with his aftershave. His hand went down to the cord and pulled. It fell away from her and the robe opened a little, at the last minute she grabbed the two sides to stop it slipping open.

“I’ll wear what you want.” Anna practically whispered, “But please don’t do this here in front of everyone…”

Anna knew her words were falling on deaf ears. The man grabbed the two halves of the robe and…

“Hey! What’s going on!?” Ryan’s voice made everyone jump and he dropped the suitcase he was holding as he rushed back into the living room. Anna quickly took the two halves of her robe and pulled them together tightly.

“Out of the way, Mr. Manning.” The man trying to de-robe Anna said impatiently.

“Mr. Sawyer, this is unacceptable.” Ryan wheeled around to face the man in charge, “We’re doing as you’ve asked. Allow my wife a little respect. If you want her dressed a certain way, then at least allow her a little privacy!”

“Get out of the-…” The man who had been trying to undress Anna said.

“Wait.” Mr. Sawyer was standing in the entrance and looking thoughtful. After a few moments he nodded his head, “Very well. Ryan, she’s your responsibility, you have five minutes to get her dressed and then we leave. If she isn’t ready, we’ll do it my way.”

“I don’t know why we have to pretend like she gets a say…” The man who had threatened Anna muttered as he skulked back and crossed his arms across his chest like an upset child.

Ryan quickly nodded his head and took Anna’s hand. Before anyone could say anything to change Mr. Sawyer’s mind he took Anna into the bedroom. He told her to wait whilst he went to retrieve the suitcases. Alone, Anna couldn’t hold everything in anymore. She started crying as she brought her hands up to her face. She hated being humiliated and left out of control yet that was exactly what was happening. Ryan returned less than a minute later looking very flustered.

“OK, we need to…” Ryan saw his upset wife and hurried over to hug her, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of this. We need to get you dressed though, OK?”

Anna knew Ryan was right and although she didn’t want to wear the humiliating outfit selected for her, she knew she didn’t have a choice. With the door closed she took off her robe and laid back on the bed. They were in a rush and as much as Anna wanted to just cuddle up with Ryan, she had to accept they had to get this done quickly.

Anna hadn’t had someone else diaper her for quite a while, but it turned out that Ryan was as good at it as he ever was. The padding was slipped under her and pulled up to be taped closed. She let out a whine as she felt just how thick it was, it almost felt like she had been double-diapered. Ryan looked sorrowful as he adjusted a tape to make them more symmetrical.

It turned out the dress was even more humiliating than she could’ve imagined. Anna saw Ryan try not to wince as he looked at it briefly before pulling it over Anna’s head. She could immediately feel just how massively frilly and poofy it was. The whole thing was an attention-grabbing bright pink with white borders and frills. Over the chest was a white area embroidered with “Daddy’s Little Girl”. It definitely seemed Mr. Sawyer and his men had scoured the shops for the most embarrassing thing they could find.

Just to make matters worse Anna looked in the mirror and saw that as big and wide as the dress was it failed to fall below her diaper. In fact, with how the built-in petticoat and frills worked it seemed designed to make sure the diaper was on show. Anna’s face went the same colour as her clothes.

“It’s not too bad…” Ryan tried.

“It’s awful.” Anna replied flatly.

“Erm, there’s more.” Ryan said as he looked back into the suitcase.

Anna wasn’t sure how things could get worse than this but as she turned around, she saw her husband hold up a large baby bonnet and pacifier. Her bottom lip trembled. Was this what it was going to be like from then on? She had a crazy urge to get quickly dressed in her normal clothes and try to escape out the window or something. It was stupid, they were too high up and they had nowhere to go. She wasn’t just going to be made to look like a baby, in the same way all women in Sallas were, they were making an example off her. They were probably getting off to how much they must’ve known she’d hate it, Anna thought bitterly.

“It won’t be as bad when we get to the house.” Ryan tried to reassure Anna.

“You don’t know that.” Anna replied with anger.

It looked like Ryan was struggling to know what to say when there was a knock at the door telling them to hurry up. Anna lowered her head as the bonnet was slipped on and then tied under her chin, when she looked up Ryan pushed the pacifier between her lips.

“We’ll be OK.” Ryan said quietly, “I won’t let anything happen.”

Anna sighed and was still teary-eyed as she leaned forwards and touched foreheads with her husband. When he pulled away to close the suitcases Anna looked in the mirror one last time. The bonnet matched the dress perfectly and she wouldn’t have been surprised if they came as a set. The pacifier was also pink but had a bunny face and a couple of ears sticking out the top.

With the outfit complete Anna could see she looked more babyish than ever before. She had no doubt such an outfit was picked out exactly to “humble” her. She turned away from the mirror as Ryan took her hand. Together they headed out of the bedroom and back out towards the living room.

As Anna walked out into the living room, she saw heads turning. The men who were already taking apart her and Ryan’s things smirked and nudged their friends. There were a few catcalls. Anna bowed her head and looked at the floor, they clearly wanted her to feel humiliated, and they seemed to take extra pleasure in making sure such an unruly woman was put in her place like this. She waddled behind Ryan to Mr. Sawyer who gave them both a look over, Anna wondered if he was looking for a slight infraction to punish her further.

“Alright.” Mr. Sawyer finally said. He turned to his younger assistant, “Take them down to the car.”

Anna saw Ryan quickly snatch up the one suitcase they had been allowed before they were led out of the apartment. Anna wanted the ground to swallow her up. With all the commotion of people going into their apartment multiple of their neighbours had opened their doors and were watching what was going on with interest. Anna kept her face down to the floor as she crinkled loudly.

“You’re OK.” Ryan whispered to her, “I won’t let anything happen.”

But things were already happening. Anna was humiliated and as her pink dress swirled around her, she felt salty tears on her cheeks. She didn’t want to give these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but she couldn’t help it. The couple had given up everything for what they believed in and now even that was being snatched away. She felt like a prisoner being led by guards down a walkway with other inmates leering at her as she passed.

“Good riddance.” A neighbour Anna didn’t even know the name of called out, “Good to see they’re finally cleaning up the building!”

The apartment block was practically falling apart. It was old and some of the cracks in the wall were big enough to put your finger in. The people who stayed there did so because no one else would take them. Ex-cons, drug addicts, people on watch lists… and yet Anna and Ryan were considered the worst, they were the ones removed to “clean up” the building.

Anna kept her head down as they descended the stairs. The elevators hadn’t worked since they had moved in and the walls around them were scrawled with graffiti. By the time they had reached the bottom floor of the building Anna could feel some sweat under the confines of her dress.

The people from the government opened the front doors to the building and Ryan led Anna out on to the pavement. She briefly looked up to see some curious onlookers had stopped to rubberneck. They probably assumed Anna was being taken to Finishing School, to be honest she still wondered if this wasn’t all some big ploy to get her to go there quietly. She held Ryan’s hand a little tighter.

The government cars were large and jet black. In contrast to the run-down nature of the neighbourhood they stood out like sore thumbs. The rear door was opened, and Anna froze.

“Really?” Anna asked almost desperately around her pacifier. She wanted to get out of the sight of people staring at her, but she didn’t at all like what she saw in the vehicle.

“Just get in.” Mr. Sawyer’s assistant said impatiently.

On the rear seat was a large pink adult-sized safety seat. It was covered in pictures of little fairies flittering around with sparkles coming out of their wands and big smiling faces. Anna looked at Ryan who could only return the look with a sympathetic shrug. He helped her into the car seat and then started fastening the straps. Anna decided it was better that he do it than one of the random agents who were walking around.

As the door was closed Anna was briefly alone in the vehicle. She tried to wriggle but the restraints were tight and held her down completely. Everything was happening so fast it felt like she hadn’t processed any of it. Just fifteen minutes ago she was ready for another normal day at home and now she was dressed as she was and being whisked away.

The driver’s door opened and a man in a suit got in. He leaned around and smiled wolfishly at her. For a second Anna felt her heart stop. In that moment, when she was alone with the man, she thought it had all been a ploy to separate her from Ryan but just as tears started to spring from her eyes and she felt she might scream the door on the other side of the rear seat opened and Ryan stepped in.

There were a few minutes where Anna and Ryan were left waiting. Mr. Sawyer came swaggering out of the building and got into the front passenger seat. The last thing Anna saw of her apartment building was all her left behind possessions being taken out and thrown in a truck. The car drove away and through the city.

“Where is this new place?” Ryan asked after a couple of minutes.

“Just outside Kingston.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You’ll love it there. It will have everything you need.”

Kingston was the capital city of Sallas and was almost like a separate country. It was where all the rich and powerful people lived and worked. Built up with skyscrapers and huge glass-fronted buildings it contrasted with the rest of the country which struggled along by comparison. Living there meant living directly under the unblinking gaze of the government’s all-seeing eye.

Anna spent a majority of the journey looking out the window. The privations of the town they lived in fell away to be replaced by vast rolling fields. They were on the highway and didn’t seem to be stopping for anything. After an hour Anna started to feel the need for the bathroom, the coffee she had drank that morning was rapidly filling her bladder. She looked pointedly at Ryan and then down to the diaper. It seemed her husband got the message.

“How long is the journey going to take?” Ryan asked after a long period of silence.

“Another couple of hours I imagine.” Mr. Sawyer replied without looking round. He had been tapping away on a tablet for nearly the whole journey.

Anna let out a pitiful whine around the latex bulb that filled her mouth. She looked again at Ryan with furrowed brows. She wasn’t sure what she thought he could do. Even if they pulled over somewhere it wasn’t like Anna would be allowed to use the bathroom. Ryan mouthed “I’m sorry” at her and reached across to stroke her hand. Anna pulled her hand away, not because she was angry with Ryan but because she was embarrassed at what would inevitably soon be happening.

Trying to ignore her need for the potty Anna looked out the window again. There weren’t many other cars on the road. In the distance she saw large building cordoned off with high walls and barbed wire, there were armed guards stationed at intervals in kiosks. Anna had no idea what the buildings inside could be. The most likely answers seemed to be that it was a military base or…

As Anna realised what she could be looking at she froze, and her bladder released. She thought she could hear the faintest of hissing sounds as she wet her diaper. The urine pooling under her butt thanks to the angle of her seat as it absorbed into the thirsty padding.

“Is that…?” Ryan asked. He was looking out the same window as Anna.

“One of our finest Finishing Schools.” Mr. Sawyer said, “If only we had time to stop and give you a tour. It truly is miraculous work they do in there.”

Anna felt like she couldn’t breathe. In those building were hundreds, maybe thousands, of women deprived of their liberty and being turned into “good little girls” for their men. She couldn’t even hazard a guess at what was being done to those poor people. She had never been this close to a Finishing School, but she felt like she could feel the aura of pain, gear and helplessness radiating from it. Was that where Jane was? Was Anna’s friend lost in there undergoing whatever “treatments” were meted out? She couldn’t bear to ask, too terrified of the answer.

By the time the car had passed the building Anna had finished wetting herself. The old familiar feeling of sitting in her own urine was unwelcome but a painful reminder of what she was being taken to. Acting as the good little wife she knew she would be in diapers going forwards, after everything she had done to get out of them this was going to be horrible. She tried not to think about how the rest of her life could be like that; it was too painful. She was reminded of how she felt on that first journey with Ryan when they went to college, it had been a similar sense of hopeless dread. The feeling that under Ryan she would never get any kind of freedom, she had been wrong then, but it seemed a lot less likely that the government would be as lax as her husband.

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[Elfy]

Anna and Ryan arrive at their new home to find a number of surprises...

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Soon Anna started noticing signs for Kingston with the miles ticking down drawing them closer to the heart of Sallas and their new home. The giant buildings loomed into view like huge obelisks but just before they swallowed Ann whole the car turned down an off-ramp and carried on parallel to the city for a few minutes.

The roads thinned from the highways until they were on regular streets. The car slowed down in front of a large gate, beyond were many large houses. Anna felt panic consuming her as she was reminded of the Finishing School they had just passed. There was a checkpoint at the gate and after some papers were handed over the guard pressed a button which caused the gate to swing open. The car rolled through slowly.

“It’s a gated community.” Mr. Sawyer said unnecessarily, “Everything you need is right here on site. The houses are occupied by other government employees and their families.”

“What if we want to go off-site?” Anna asked.

“You won’t need to.” Mr. Sawyer replied.

“Yeah, but…” Anna started.

Anna caught Ryan’s eyes and stopped talking. The implication was clear. It was a gated community but just as much as it was designed to keep people out, it was also designed to keep them in. It was just a large fancy prison with the illusion of freedom. Anna swallowed nervously.

The car carried on moving slowly down the long driveway. The houses were all off to the sides and were pretty much identical to each other. If it was a prison, it was at least a very well maintained one and there could be few inmates with cells as lovely as the two-storey homes they were passing. They were a lot smaller than the mansion Ryan had grown up in, but they were certainly bigger than Anna’s family’s house.

“Home sweet home.” Mr. Sawyer said as the car pulled into a driveway.

The house was identical to all the others. A picturesque front garden with a white picket fence and a perfect lawn. A stone path led to a red front door on a porch with a swinging seat. Anna had always imagined living in a house like this, just not under these circumstances. The car doors opened and everyone stepped out except for Anna.

Ryan hurried around the car and unbuckled Anna’s restraints before anyone else could start doing it. Anna climbed out of the seat and stumbled slightly as she stood up. The warm diaper, exposed to the world, forced her legs apart. She couldn’t see it herself, but she was sure its wetness was obvious. Anna saw the driver of the car looking at her padding and smirking.

“And, of course, the car is yours.” Mr. Sawyer said.

“The car?” Ryan asked in surprise.

“Consider it a company car.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “Or a gesture of good will. We understand you’re both nervous, but you have to know that we value you both greatly. We could be on the cusp of a beautiful partnership. Here are the keys to the house. We’ll leave you to explore.”

Ryan held out his hand and Mr. Sawyer dropped the keys in his palm. Anna was looking around at the other houses, she was sure she could see some curtains twitching as people looked out at their new neighbour. Ryan looked almost as shocked as Anna.

“If you need anything just pick up the phone. It connects to the front desk.” Mr. Sawyer said with a smile.

“What about calls outside this… community?” Ryan asked.

“We can connect you.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “As long as the person you’re calling is on our approved list, of course.”

Anna and Ryan looked at each other. The façade of this being some kind of freedom fell apart as soon as they scratched the surface. Mr. Sawyer and his driver were walking towards a car parked at the curb. The driver got straight in, but Mr. Sawyer stopped.

“One more thing…” Mr. Sawyer said from the opposite end of the garden path, “As a further gesture of just how seriously we are taking this, you’ll find a nice surprise waiting for you inside. There’s no need to thank me, just be ready for my call. In the meantime, we will be making sure that you’re both acting… appropriately. These little privileges, the car, the house, the surprise inside, they can all be taken away again.”

Anna took a shuffling step closer to Ryan, feeling his body against hers despite the layers and layers of cloth separating them. Ryan responded by putting an arm around her. When she looked up at her husband, she saw him staring at Mr. Sawyer, his jaw seemingly set in place and teeth gritted together.

“We’ll leave you to enjoy your new residence.” Mr. Sawyer said after several uncomfortable seconds, “Sallas thanks you in advance for your cooperation.”

They would be making sure the couple were acting “appropriately”? The threat was clear. Mr. Sawyer was going to be watching them and slipping up meant a trip to the Finishing School they drove past. Anna started to wonder if they had taken that route deliberately as a threat. Finally, Mr. Sawyer climbed into the car at the curb and drove away leaving Anna and Ryan alone. It felt like a whirlwind had hit them. It had blown Anna and Ryan away from their old life and left them in a completely alien world.

“I guess we should go in.” Ryan said a few seconds later.

Ryan put his key in the door and as he turned it there was a loud click and the door gently swung open. Anna was glad to get out of the public eye in her ridiculous outfit, she stepped over the threshold in front of Ryan in a way she was sure would make Mr. Sawyer blanche.

It was immediately obvious that this house was everything their old apartment wasn’t. It looked brand new, it was fully furnished and it was even welcoming. Anna had to remind herself where she was because she was sure she would grow to loathe it all. It may have looked nice, but it represented defeat, it represented being a traitor to what she believed in and turning her back on every other woman. She tried to remind herself she really didn’t have a choice, but it did little to make her feel better.

“I wonder where the maid is.” Ryan said as he stepped further inside.

“Huh?” Anna grunted.

“The maid.” Ryan repeated with a shrug, “Mr. Sawyer said we’d have a live-in maid.”

The couple started exploring the house. The living room faced out on to the main road. It had two long couches against two of the walls and in the corner opposite them was a large television. There was a large cabinet stacked with shelves full of books, all authored by men, of course, next to a fireplace. Above that was a mantelpiece with picture frames ready to have photos from Anna and Ryan placed in them. The room also had a baby bouncer, sized for adults, hanging in the corner and some toys scattered around. Anna balked at them. She didn’t know if she would actually be expected to debase herself and play with those toys or if they were simply there to taunt her.

The dining room and kitchen were essentially one room separated by a wall that stopped just above hip height. Anna leaned against it and felt the marble top press against the very top of her diaper. The kitchen was meticulously clean and had all the appliances she remembered from living with her adoptive parents. Everything was a shining black with the fridge looming up and over them like an obelisk. The dining room was dominated by a large circular table that had two chairs and two highchairs around it. All around the house Anna noticed that there were constant reminders of what her place was supposed to be.

Anna led the way upstairs and to a landing that had several doors leading off it. The door at the top of the stairs was the bathroom. It was very clean and clearly brand new but otherwise unremarkable. The next room was the master bedroom. It looked very cosy indeed with a large double bed, two sets of drawers and closets on either side. Ryan opened one closet to find a multitude of nearly identical suits, Anna opened hers to see so many colours she thought she was going to get a migraine. It seemed all her outfits were similar to the one she was currently wearing much to her anger.

The next room along was a nursery. Fully stocked but currently empty Anna knew it was for her. That thought was confirmed when Ryan pointed above the door where the words “Baby Anna’s Nursery” was stencilled on the wallpaper. The nursery was sickening, mostly pink and white and crammed with toys and paraphernalia that Mr. Sawyer had to know Anna would have no interest in. Was she really expected to stay in this room?

“Still no sign of the maid.” Ryan said. His valiant attempt to change the subject only semi-worked.

“Maybe she starts tomorrow or something.” Anna replied. She really didn’t like the idea of a maid who she was certain would be a spy for Mr. Sawyer.

Anna was happy to leave the nursery as soon as possible and move to the final room. She expected maybe a spare bedroom for guests or just an empty space left so they could store things. She was still looking through the open doorway at “her” nursery when Ryan opened the last door.

The final door opened, and Anna let out a scream. She ran into the room before even thinking about what she was doing and dropped down to cuddle the writhing person on the floor. She immediately knew that it was Jane. The woman who Anna had befriended back at the college and had been sent away by her bastard of her husband to Finishing School was now laying on the floor hogtied and with a gag in her mouth. She was in a diaper somehow thicker than Anna’s, and it was barely even touched by the skimpy French maid dress she had over the top of it. She looked thinner than Anna remembered, her hair longer and there was a haunted expression in her eyes, but it was undeniably Jane.

“Jane!” Anna was practically in tears, “Oh my god! Are you alright? Shit… Ryan! Help me untie her!”

Anna was almost manic. She started trying to untie the knots that bound Jane’s hands and legs together but eventually Ryan’s stronger and much steadier hands were required to finally release them. Anna reached under Jane’s hair and searched for the release to the gag. As soon as she found it the gag slackened and came away with a trail of drool.

“Jane? Are you alright?” Anna asked as tears ran down her cheek.

It was immediately obvious to Anna that something was wrong. Jane’s eyes had a glassy look to them, like she was seeing Anna but not really recognising her. She had a half-smile on her face as she rolled on to her front and pushed back until she was sitting down, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as she examined her fingers as if they were brand new. She blinked several times as she looked around the room.

“Jane?” Anna said again more tentatively.

Jane’s head turned towards Anna, and she frowned a little. It looked like she was trying to remember something she had seen long ago. Her mouth opened and moved silently as if trying to remember how to form a word. Anna looked on in shock and worry.

“A… Anna?” Jane said quietly and in a high-pitched voice.

“Th-That’s right!” Anna nodded her head quickly, “Are you alright?”

Anna saw Jane look around once more. After a couple of seconds, she started to slowly stand up. As she did so Anna became aware of how short her friend’s maid dress was, Anna could see that her diaper was soaked, and she wondered how long Jane had been on the floor like that.

“Wy-… Wyan.” Jane said as she looked at Anna’s husband.

“Hi, Jane.” Ryan replied rather weakly. He shot Anna a concerned look, “How are you doing?”

Anna saw a smile form on Jane’s face, but it was still somehow wrong. It wasn’t her smile; it was the expression of a stranger coming from a familiar face. Jane waddled across the room to the large changing table. She picked up a pink envelope and brought it over to Ryan, she curtsied and giggled as she handed it over.

“I’m gonna pway.” Jane said.

Anna was left speechless as Jane skipped out of the room. She and Ryan heard her head downstairs whilst still staring at each other. Anna was in turmoil, she didn’t know what to think. On the one hand she was very happy to see her friend but on the other hand things were very clearly wrong. Apart from knowing their names Jane seemed to have no recollection of Anna or Ryan.

“Oh god…” Ryan moaned with a sigh. He was reading the letter in the envelope given to him by Jane, “You’re going to want to read this.”

Anna walked over and took the letter. At the top was the Sallas coat of arms and flag. As well as the name of the department it had written in. It looked very official.

“Dear Mr. Manning.” The letter began. It certainly seemed like the government anticipated the married couple taking up their offer, “As per the agreement, you have been leased this house whilst under the employment of the government of Sallas. No doubt you have met the maid. Having checked our records we see that she knows the pair of you which should make all this easier. Having completed her time in Finishing School, you will find her to be docile and useful around the home. Jane has been trained to look after the house, however, it is suggested not to overload her infantile mind. If you should find her work faulty or not good enough, please contact us for a replacement. Regards, Mr. Sawyer.”

Anna felt crushed. How cruel it was to return Jane in such a condition, they must’ve known the turmoil it would cause. Anna was torn between anger and sadness, so she settled on a frustrated rage. She let out a primal screen and walked over to the nearest shelf. She ran her hand along knocking everything off it and was just starting to throw books when she felt hands pull her away.

“Get off!” Anna exclaimed as the tears burst forth.

“It’s going to be OK.” Ryan said. He didn’t let go of her but instead held her even tighter.

Anna slumped in tears and Ryan followed her down until they were both sat on the floor of the nursery. Anna’s soft sobs of despair the only sound as Ryan held her.

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[ABAlex]

THis is perhaps one of the darkest such stories I've read. However, it is still very fun. THanks for sharing

[Lost Little Neppy]

Wild mass guess: Ryan and Anna are going to manage to break Jane out of her reverie, she becomes unpersoned, and they get a replacement maid who additionally becomes a nanny for Anna. Manny? Butler?

[Elfy]

Alone in their new house with their new maid, Anna tries to get to the bottom of what exactly happened. 

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“What do you think they did to her?” Anna asked as she stood with Ryan in the living room doorway.

“I have no idea.” Ryan replied, “And I’m not keen to find out.”

“Do… Do you think we could “fix” her?” Anna asked hopefully.

“I… don’t know.” Ryan replied.

Ryan’s tone of voice suggested to Anna that he did know. He didn’t think there was any helping Jane and Anna couldn’t blame him. The young woman who had been Anna’s best friend wasn’t the person now waddling across the living room with a feather duster in her hand and that faraway look in her eyes.

It had been three hours since Anna and Ryan had found Jane and, in that time, the “maid” had been bustling around and cleaning like some sort of automaton. She barely even stopped to look at the couple who were now her de facto caretakers. It freaked Anna out but no matter what she said to Jane there was only the barest flicker of recognition. Whatever they did in Finishing School it seemed very effective.

“Finithed cweaning!” Jane suddenly said, “Wyan? May I pway?”

“Um… Sure?” Ryan replied with a shrug.

Jane clapped excitedly and dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled to the corner of the room and dragged out a plastic tub full of dolls and accessories. The moment she started playing it was like she was lost in her own world, switching from the dutiful maid to a simple-minded child.

Ryan walked down the hallway to the kitchen and Anna followed. She didn’t really have a plan of action, she just wasn’t sure she could keep watching Jane without breaking down again. Ryan went straight over to the coffee maker and started checking the cupboards above it.

“You should probably take the diaper off.” Ryan said when he heard Anna crinkle in behind him, “I don’t think Mr. Sawyer is coming back.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.” Anna replied with a sad sigh, “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were checking the sewage coming out of the house and if it was more than one person would make, they’d smash the door down.”

“Seriously?” Ryan cocked an eyebrow.

“No.” Anna conceded, “But the threats seemed pretty clear. If we want to stay here, we need to be model citizens. If someone sees me without a diaper… I don’t want to end up like Jane.”

“You’re right.” Ryan looked down at the floor, “I’m sorry.”

Anna left the kitchen. It was very hard to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. The fact that she was back in diapers, seemingly for good, was only just starting to hit her. After all that work getting to the point that she didn’t need them she was going right back to square one. She passed the living room and saw Jane still playing. She wondered if they would be able to undo the damage. For Jane to have changed so much in such a short amount of time was terrifying.

Originally planning to head straight upstairs Anna turned into the living room instead. She sat on the couch next to Jane and then, after a few moments, slipped off the edge of the seat to sit down next to her on the floor.

“Anna pway?” Jane asked as she held out one of the dolls.

“Can we talk?” Anna asked as she took the doll.

Jane nodded her head, but she seemed more interested in the doll than anything Anna might have to say. The room was quiet and the sound of the coffee maker in the kitchen could be heard despite the thick walls. It was still sinking in that this was where she lived now.

“Do you remember what happened?” Anna asked quietly, “At the Finishing School?”

“Nuh uh.” Jane shook her head.

“Nothing?” Anna asked. It seemed like she had been there just days ago from the way Mr. Sawyer was talking.

“Nuh uh.” Jane repeated.

“Do you remember Paul?” Anna continued tentatively.

Jane frowned and looked at Anna. At first Anna thought her friend was frowning at the memory of her abusive ex-husband but then it became clear that she didn’t remember him any more clearly than she did Anna. It looked like she was trying to recall something that had happened long ago, Anna could imagine the part of her brain recognising the name trying to connect the dots but there was a wall in the way.

“Never mind.” Anna said, “Just… have fun, OK? I’m going upstairs to… change.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jane replied interpreting the request as an order.

Anna looked on hopelessly as Jane started going over-the-top with the fun. As if she wasn’t playing just to enjoy herself but doing it because Anna had told her to. With a deep breath Anna walked out of the room. After a few seconds collecting herself, she decided that she should change her diaper, whilst she was keen not to be caught without the padding, she felt confident she could at least change herself without risk.

Anna went back upstairs. It didn’t feel like her house, it felt like a place she was visiting, and yet when she let herself forget about the reality of the situation for just a minute, she could almost feel a tiny trickle of happiness in where she was. This was what she wanted. Her and Ryan living together, a nice house, Jane safe and sound, it was all the things she had dreamt of but like a twisted version. Like a monkey paw’s curse. The cost of her nice house was a total lack of freedom, the cost of her marriage was being shunned and now blackmailed into working for the government and the cost of having Jane with her was that the poor girl had been subjected to torture that seemed to have broken her completely.

Anna pushed open the door to the nursery that had her name high on the wall. It felt like she was being taunted. The room was sickeningly perfect for a baby girl and Anna could imagine many little girls seeing it and being over the moon, there was even a time where she might’ve felt that way. It was very different now, of course. Anna despised this room and didn’t plan to spend any time in there if she could help it.

Regardless of her feelings the changing table would make the inevitable diaper changes easier, and it was towards the long padded surface that Anna started waddling. The diapers were stacked on the shelves underneath and she pulled one out, it’s crinkling the only sound in the quiet room. Anna tried not to feel too depressed, but it was impossible. She was really going to be back in diapers. She would really have to keep up appearances as the good little housewife. All the progress, and pride she’d gained from the progress, was to be eliminated, just like that.

Just as Anna was about to climb on the table, she stopped herself. Sooner or later, she would need to use her diaper for more than peeing. The thought of messing herself after all this time made her nauseous and yet it was inevitable. If she wanted to avoid it happening at another time and to limit her diaper changes, she should just do it then. Get it over and done with right before she changed herself. She couldn’t give Mr. Sawyer an excuse to take her away and turn her into someone just like Jane.

Anna thought about it for a full minute before making her mind up. She placed the diaper on the top of the changing table and then squatted down next to it. She closed her eyes and pushed down. After a muffled fart she felt some movement and a second push brought results. She felt a long log slowly pushing out until it hit the rear of her diaper. She spread her feet further apart and pushed again causing the turd to spread out against the disposable until it was finally pinched off and laid in the seat of her underwear. Without hesitation she pushed again, and a second lump emerged in much the same way. It was a feeling as familiar as it was disgusting.

“Anna, I was just looking for-…” The door to the nursery opened and Ryan was standing there looking in.

Anna looked over her shoulder just as she pushed again and finally felt the rear of her diaper expanding as a pile of softer waste rushed out of her. With a grunt she finally finished. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse Jane poked her head around the doorway too.”

“Poopies!” Jane announced unnecessarily.

“Sorry, Anna…” Ryan looked very upset at both himself, for walking in without knocking, and the situation, “Jane said you were up here and…”

“It’s OK.” Anna said quietly. She winced as she stood up. The warm excrement pressing against her, “It’s not something you haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah, but that was before…” Ryan trailed off, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Anna nodded her head. Indeed, Ryan had seen her mess herself many times but most of those had occurred before she had potty trained herself and before Ryan had revealed himself to not to be like the other men who populated Sallas. She was embarrassed but not as much as she thought she would’ve been.

As Ryan pulled away Jane bounded into the room with childish excitement. She even did a little pirouette before coming to a stop in front of the changing table. Anna was baffled as to what was going on until Jane reached down and pulled out the baby wipes and powder.

“I change diaperth.” Jane said with a wide smile.

“Y-You?” Anna asked with alarm, “But…”

“I wath twained to do it!” Jane said happily.

Anna looked at Ryan who shrugged. Neither of them knew what to do and Anna felt bad at the idea of taking advantage of Jane’s good nature. The poor woman wasn’t in her right mind and making her do anything just seemed wrong, even if being given orders seemed to make her the happiest. Anna remembered back at the college how she had changed Jane’s diaper once and thought that if she had been “normal” Jane wouldn’t mind repaying the favour if the need arose. Well, here was the need…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Anna asked slowly. The smell was starting to escape her underwear, and she wanted to get changed as soon as possible no matter who was doing it.

Jane tilted her head as if the question was spoken to her in an alien language. It didn’t take long for Anna to realise the problem. Asking if Jane “wanted” anything was pointless. The Finishing School had made it so that she didn’t want anything other than to do as she was told. The programming seemed so ingrained that Anna felt it would never be dislodged.

“You can help.” Anna finally said. Her words caused Jane to smile even wider. It seemed she was excited for the messy work.

Anna looked over to Ryan who nodded his head and closed the door. She turned to face the table and put her hands on the flat surface. Lifting herself up, she turned and came down on the seat of her diaper. She closed her eyes as she felt the messy contents spread all over her underwear and then laid back with a sigh. She was about to reach for the clean diaper when Jane appeared between her feet.

“I can…” Anna started. She really didn’t want to subject her friend to the worst of what was about to happen.

“I help!” Jane said happily.

Anna felt guilty but laid back as Jane started pulling at the tapes. She knew there was nothing she could do about this, Jane wanted to help, or at least that’s what the conditioning had told her she wanted. It still felt to Anna like she was taking advantage of her friend, in truth she would’ve preferred to do it alone but that wasn’t an option that was open to her.

The front of the diaper came down and Anna found she couldn’t look at Jane anymore. She turned her head to the side as she was cleaned up. Whenever she stole a furtive glance back towards the foot of the table, she was surprised to see Jane was still smiling as if she couldn’t smell the poop she was wiping away.

It took a while. Anna had forgotten how long messy diapers took to change. She twisted and lifted up and did everything she could to make it easier for Jane who never once looked like she was anything but happy about being allowed to help out. Eventually the old diaper was pulled out and folded up. It landed in the diaper pail with a thump that made Anna wince. Jane was quick in getting a new diaper prepared and underneath Anna’s body and as she lowered on to it, she felt the disappointment of having to be back in them all over again, she doubted that feeling would ever go away. Jane sprinkled some powder over her and then pulled the diaper up and taped it closed.

“All cwean!” Jane said with her childish speech impediment.

“Thanks…” Anna replied as she sat up.

Anna was quick to get dressed again. She couldn’t stomach looking at the outfits that the government had bought for her, so she put her dress back on. It was humiliating but at least it was a known quantity.

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[Elfy]

Anna is getting settled in her new home and circumstances when she hears a mysterious ringing. She follows the sound to discover... an opportunity.

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The next few days were tense. There had been no contact from Mr. Sawyer, and no one had told Anna or Ryan what, if anything, they should be doing. Anna went round the house meticulously looking for cameras and microphones as if she was in a thriller movie. She found none. Either they weren’t being watched in the home, or the government were better at hiding the devices than she was at finding them.

When Anna wasn’t searching every nook and cranny for spy equipment she was desperately trying to help Jane. She told Jane of old experiences, both good and bad, and tried to get her to remember who she was. It was no good. There wasn’t even a hint Jane could remember anything other than Anna and Ryan’s names. The more Anna thought about it the more she doubted Jane remembered them at all, she had likely just had it drilled into her who her new “masters” were.

Honestly, there wasn’t a lot for Anna to do. She was denied any freedom to leave the gated community, the one time she had walked up to the gate she was told to go home, and she didn’t want to test what would happen if she persisted in trying to leave. She had explored the rest of the small neighbourhood, and it gave her the creeps.

From the outside the gated community may have looked like an ideal place to live. The houses were all modern, gardens were immaculate and there wasn’t a lot of traffic aside from people going to work or coming home. There was a large play area for children and, to Anna’s disgust, the infantilised women. There was a supermarket that served everything the community would need, and she was told that if they didn’t have something that Anna wanted it could be ordered. Essentially it was a quaint little town, the kind Anna had always wanted to live in.

But when the surface of this idyll was scratched there was a lot to hate. The high hedges that surrounded the area hid a large steel fence. The security at the front gate were heavily armed. As she walked around, she saw more than one man looking at her until she looked back at which point they hastily diverted attention, whether they were leering husbands from other families or spies from the government she could only guess.

Anna had noticed that nearly all the women were at least partially regressed, and it seemed like half of them had noticeable surgical modifications. She knew she can’t have looked much better than the others in her thick diapers and frilly dresses, but the demeanours of the other women were different, it was like there was nothing between the eyes. It gave her harsh reminders of her time at college where women were an accessory for the men to show how big and strong they were.

Essentially, Anna’s first impressions of this being a gilded cage, a prison, were confirmed. She wasn’t allowed out without permission. Ryan, too, seemed to be stuck. The other men came and went as they pleased but when Ryan tried to head into town the guards stopped him just the same as they did Anna.

With little to occupy her Anna wandered around the house absent-mindedly. Ryan was asleep after spending most of the morning being given the run around on the phone as he tried to work out what his job was actually going to be and when he started it. Jane was cleaning the kitchen, a chore she did like clockwork despite it being spotless and Anna trying to convince her she didn’t have to. It seemed like nothing short of tying her down would prevent her from cleaning.

Anna looked in the wardrobe of “her” nursery. She hated to think of it that way, but it was clearly their intention. She still slept in the same room as Ryan, but the nursery was where her clothes were kept. The clothing she had been provided with was perhaps one of the biggest blows for the proud woman. Even living with her adoptive parents growing up she had always had a sense of her own style. She enjoyed rebelling against what she was expected to wear much to her father’s chagrin. Now her choice was gone. Her clothing were all pastel pinks and creamy yellows, frilly dresses and stretchy onesies, thick footed-sleepers and skirtalls. To make the matter worse they were all daubed with infantile designs. Anna had tried to buy some more grown-up stuff, but it all got conveniently lost in the mail. She knew their packages were being inspected. The feeling of being trapped in a prison grew stronger.

Ring. Ring.

Anna looked to the doorway. She thought she heard a phone ringing but that must’ve been a mistake, it didn’t sound like the usual ring. She closed the door to the wardrobe and walked out on to the landing. She went to the top of the stairs and looked down to where the landline was. Jane was holding the handset and looking at it with a confused expression.

“Hewwo? Hewwo?” Jane said to no response.

Ring. Ring.

The ringing wasn’t coming from the phone in the hallway. Anna turned her head; it sounded like it was up there with her. She slowly walked along the landing looking left and right.

Ring. Ring.

Anna looked up. The sound was coming from above her. There was a hatch the ceiling and the sound seemed to be coming from above it. She looked around for something to hook the latch. There was a small cupboard off to the side and sure enough there was a long pole inside it. She picked it up and started trying to hook the latch. It took her several attempts but finally she was able to get it. The door swung down, and a ladder slid out, it clanged as it hit the floor but then all was still. Anna waited to see if she had woken Ryan, but he seemed to be deeply asleep in the bedroom right next door.

Ring. Ring.

The sound was unquestionably louder now. Anna tested the ladder, and it seemed sturdy enough. She started climbing. As her head slowly rose above the floor, she saw an attic that neither she nor Ryan had explored. It was remarkably clean as far as attics went though there was a layer of dust over the mostly empty space. There was a cord next to the hatch that she pulled, and a light flickered to life, the naked lightbulb somehow made the place feel even more sinister.

Ring. Ring.

Anna climbed up and made her way to the back of the room. The floorboards creaked as if they weren’t used to holding weight but, on the final support beam, she found what she was looking for. Taped to the wood facing away from the hatch was a cell phone. Both the tape and the phone looked like it had been placed there fairly recently, there was no accumulation of the same dust that had left footprints as Anna walked across.

Ring. Ring.

Anna pulled at the tape and took the phone. The screen was lit up with the words “Unknown Caller.” Anna didn’t know what to do. Was this some sort of test and by not reporting the unauthorized phone she would be sent away to Finishing School? Did one of the people setting the house up for Ryan and her just forget his phone? Anna bit her lip as she wondered if she should answer. If the phone was legit this might be a way for her to contact the outside world. It could be very handy.

Ring. Ring.

Anna swiped her finger across the screen and gingerly held it to her head as if it was a bomb that might explode. She listened but apart from the faint crackle of background noise there was no sound coming through. She checked to make sure the call was connected and then put it back to the side of her head. It seemed both sides were waiting for the other to speak first.

“Hello?” Anna finally asked.

“Anna Manning.” The voice on the other end was muffled but undeniably female. Anna swallowed.

“H-How do you know my…” Anna began.

“We know a lot about you.” The voice cut Anna off, “We’ve known about you since you left college with your husband. We’ve been… watching you.”

“You’ve… What?” Anna didn’t know what to say and was getting flustered. She spun on the spot as if expecting the person on the other end of the line to be in the room with her, “Who is this?”

“We’ve seen your records from school. Quite the little troublemaker.” The voice continued, “We’ve had reports from your time since. We have been following you with interest. You show great potential…”

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or what you want…” Anna was getting heated. She hated the feeling of powerlessness that was coming over her. These people seemed to have connections, it was enough to make her paranoid, “But if you don’t explain what the fu-…”

“Ah, there’s that firebrand I was told about.” The voice chuckled, “I was told to expect a wild tiger, I was worried you’d become a little house cat.”

Anna remained silent. She was angry but that emotional side of her had caused trouble many times before, she was determined not to rise to the bait. She didn’t know who these people were, but they certainly didn’t sound like they were with Mr. Sawyer or the Sallasian government.

“Tell me, Anna Manning.” The voice said seriously, “Has that big house tamed you? Have they quenched the fire with lavish toys and killed your spirit with the promise of safety? Or do you still yearn for your freedom? Do you still hunger for the emancipation of all the sisters suffering under testosterone-fuelled masculinity?”

“Look, if you don’t tell me who you are or what you want, I’m going to hang up.” Anna said. She wasn’t going to answer any questions that were liable to get her in trouble. She pulled the phone away from her head and her thumb hovered above the end call button.

“We can get you out of Sallas.” The voice finally said.

Anna froze. She looked at the phone as if not comprehending what it was. She felt like she must have misheard what the other person had said. Getting out of Sallas had been her dream from the moment she was plucked out of the car crash that had killed her parents. It had always seemed almost impossible.

“If you want it.” The voice added when Anna remained silent.

What a ridiculous question. Of course, Anna still wanted out of Sallas. What woman in a reasonable state of mind wouldn’t want to leave? She may have relative safety and comfort, but the cost was great. She wondered who could possibly get her out of the country. There could only be one answer. She slowly moved the phone back to her ear.

“You… You’re…” Anna realised she was whispering as if there were government spies right behind her, “You’re the resistance?”

Anna thought about the news reports she had seen on television and in newspapers. The protests and sabotages, all carried out by a group known to most as simple terrorists. Anna had contemplated trying to contact them herself though she’d had no idea how to even start looking. It was surreal to now have them calling her.

“We prefer The Rose Resistance.” The voice replied. Even though the person on the other end of the phone was hiding their true voice Anna could still hear pride when she spoke the name, “And you can call me Thorn.”

“You can get me out of Sallas? What about Ryan and Jane?” Anna asked quickly. She was so desperate to leave that she found herself wanting to trust this random voice even if she had little reason to.

“Indeed, we could.” Thorn answered, “All three of you.”

“How can I trust you?” Anna asked desperately. She would cling on to anything if it meant having hope that she wouldn’t be stuck in this life forever.

“The Sallas National Mall.” Thorn replied instantly. She was clearly ready for the question, “That great eyesore of a building. In the main concourse by the fountain and under the large “S”. Go there. We will be waiting. We’ll be in touch. Goodbye, Anna Manning.”

“Wait I can’t…” Anna started quickly before the phone went dead. She looked at the receiver as the screen went dark, “Leave the compound…”

Anna quickly hit re-dial to call Thorn back. A pleasant pre-recorded male voice informed her that the number wasn’t in service and hung up. Anna looked down at the phone and wondered just what in the hell was going on.

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[zzzz50]

Just wondering what would happen if Anna became pregnant. Would she be sent away?

[Elfy]

On 10/26/2025 at 8:54 PM, zzzz50 said:

Just wondering what would happen if Anna became pregnant. Would she be sent away?

Pregnancy is usually fine for women in Sallas, it is one of the roles they are supposed to fulfil after all. Normally very little would change, perhaps a maid hired for the final months of pregnancy, and then either they would be charged with raising the kid or a caretaker would be hired. The caretaker could be a man (though it is considered a feminine and thus looked down upon job) or a woman who would help out but still be inferior to the man of the house.

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Anna and Ryan get their first taste of what they have been hired to do as Mr. Sawyer visits with some friends for what promises to be a long day.

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It didn’t take long for Anna to decide to keep the mysterious phone call to herself. It might’ve been a hoax or a prank; there was no need to worry Ryan when he was clearly already on edge. Anna had noticed her husband spending a lot of time by himself and frequently found him staring into the middle distance as if seeing thigs Anna couldn’t see. Whenever she asked what was wrong, he would snap out of it and start acting what must’ve seemed normal to him but was actually very exaggerated and just concerned Anna more. Eventually Anna decided she wasn’t going to let him pretend he wasn’t worried.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” Anna asked as they sat in the living room. The television was on, but no one was really watching it. Jane was currently cleaning the windows despite them already looking spotless.

“Nothing.” Ryan quickly smiled as if Anna would miss the expression on his face right before.

“You’ve been sat there for half an hour without saying anything.” Anna raised an eyebrow, “You think I can’t tell when something is troubling you?”

Ryan sighed. He looked over to Jane who was wearing a pastel pink shirt and nothing covering her diaper as she reached up and scrubbed the window. Anyone walking past would be able to see her like that as if she was on display in a shop window, it didn’t seem to bother her. Then he turned to Anna.

Anna felt herself blushing slightly. It was something she was doing whenever she saw anyone looking at her. Her exaggeratedly infantile outfits had been having, what Anna supposed, was the desired effect and leaving her feeling humiliated. There wasn’t a single normal adult outfit in the whole closet. That day she was wearing a purple onesie that closed between her thighs. Around her hips there was a large ballerina style frill. She had seen how her outfit bulged with the diaper underneath it.

“I’m just… worried.” Ryan finally said, “We were brought here because they supposedly have a job for me and yet it’s been nearly a week, and we haven’t heard anything. I tried to call Mr. Sawyer, but his secretary told me he was unavailable.”

“Maybe he is away on business.” Anna replied, “He seems to be a busy man.”

“I don’t know.” Ryan sat back in his chair, “I’m just on edge. They haven’t mentioned anything about that whole marketing campaign they were pushing for either. I feel like I’m constantly on the edge of a cliff and I’m waiting for someone to push me over.”

“Hey, everything is going to be fine.” Anna didn’t really know if she believed that. In her experience things were rarely “fine.”

Anna stood up and walked around the playpen to Ryan. She could hear the loud crinkles that followed every step, feel the thick padding that rubbed her inner legs and see the way Ryan’s eyes flicked down to her bulging waist. She was starting to go red again. It worried Anna how quickly her “babyhood” was becoming normalised to her. The first few days had been rough but the shadows from the past were quickly catching up on her. She was trying to make sure she didn’t lose the potty training she had worked so hard to gain.

“And I hate all this.” Ryan said as he nodded towards the diaper.

Anna sat down on the arm of the chair and leaned over to put and arm around her husband. His concern for her was cute and still something she was getting used to. She had tried to keep a brave face on everything that had happened for the most part, but Ryan had been a lot clearer with his displeasure.

“Me too.” Anna finally said, “But it’s not like we have much choice.”

“We could just run away.” Ryan said half-heartedly, “Just sneak out tonight and… run.”

“And go where?” Anna asked as she stroked Ryan’s hair, “This isn’t just a college that will kick you out. This is the government. And what about Jane? We can’t just leave her here.”

“I know.” Ryan said, “You can’t blame a man for dreaming.”

Ryan looked up as Anna leaned over him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, he seemed almost surprised. They had grown to love each other but intimacy was still quite rare between them. It was the first kiss they had shared since moving into their current residence. Anna leaned down and kissed her husband again, she lingered a little longer this time until she heard giggling from the other side of the room.

Anna slowly looked up to see Jane watching them and grinning like a mischievous child who had seen something she shouldn’t have. Anna smiled as she sat back upright. She was about to suggest they make lunch when the phone rang. For a heart stopping second she thought it was going to be Thorn, thankfully it was the main landline that was ringing. Ryan got up to answer it as Anna slumped into his seat.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Anna suggested to Jane, “Isn’t there something you’d rather be doing?”

“I want whatever you want.” Jane replied. She spoke like it was a line in a play, something she had rehearsed over and over and was now simply repeating.

“But what do YOU want?” Anna asked. She already knew it was a losing battle.

“I want what-…” Jane started.

“OK, OK…” Anna sighed, “Why don’t you play with your toys for a bit?”

“Yeth.” Jane nodded her head quickly before giggling and toddling away unsteadily towards the stairs.

Anna puffed out her cheeks. She really had made no progress with Jane. The poor woman seemed to have no will of her own and, despite Anna’s attempts, she was remaining exactly like she had when they arrived in the house.

There was a couple of minutes of quiet where Anna closed her eyes. As had often happened recently the moment she had nothing to think about her mind drifted back to the mysterious phone call. She was starting to regret not telling Ryan simply because she couldn’t stop dwelling on it herself. It felt like it was too late to come clean about it now.

“Well… I think we have some answers.” Ryan was walking back into the room. He was looking annoyed.

“Oh?” Anna asked as she sat up.

“Mr. Sawyer will be bringing some men here on Monday for a photoshoot.” Ryan said as he sat down on the couch.

Anna took a deep breath. She felt anxious even though she kind of knew what to expect. At least they weren’t in limbo anymore, having some idea of what was coming certainly made the whole situation feel more real. Anna hadn’t really thought too much about the marketing campaign the government were planning but now she worried about how extensive the plan was. If it was a failure, would they be kicked out and sent back to their old lives? Or worse?

After living in the spacious house Anna found herself not wanting to give it up to go back to a small flat like they were in before. She felt guilty. Maybe she really was being taken in by the nicer surroundings and forgetting what they represented. Perhaps Thorn was right, and Anna had truly been “tamed.” She hated the idea that her fiery spirit might have been dampened by a comfortable life.

“Don’t worry.” Ryan reached over and took one of Anna’s hands, “We’ll make it through. We always do.”

Anna gave her husband a small smile. It felt like she was worrying about a thousand different things, and the photoshoot was just one of them. As Ryan got up to make some coffee Anna stared up at the ceiling, her brain immediately going back to the attic again.

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Anna had butterflies fluttering in her tummy. She nervously bit her bottom lip and picked at her nails as she looked out the living room window at the empty street outside. She felt ridiculous but was dressed as was requested by a note slipped through the letterbox the previous day.

Anna was wearing a puffy pink dress that was covered in frills. Her hair had been pulled into two braided pigtails with white bows, a tiara had been placed on her head that made her look like some cartoon princess. She had a pacifier tied around her neck that was bobbing in front of her breasts. Further down, her puffy diaper was peeking out from under the clothes, freshly changed before she put on her garish outfit. On her feet were a pair of black Mary-Jane shoes over a couple of frilly white socks with bows all around them. It felt to Anna that she looked more like a doll than a person, but every single aspect of her appearance had been ordered by Mr. Sawyer, and she wasn’t going to give him a reason to punish her.

“Tho pwetty!” Jane lisped from next to Anna.

“Thanks…” Anna said. She only briefly looked around to Jane before turning back to the window.

Jane was wearing a onesie over her thick diapers. Just like Anna her outfit had been chosen for her by Mr. Sawyer in the letter that had been left for them. It wasn’t just a plain onesie though. The onesie was mostly black but had a white apron stencilled on to the front as well as frilly edges around the arms and legs. It was basically a maid outfit in onesie form.

“Is he here yet?” Ryan asked as he walked into the room.

“I don’t see him out there.” Anna replied, “Maybe he cancelled?”

“I don’t think our luck is that good.” Ryan said as he sat down on the couch.

As they waited quietly Anna thought about The Rose Resistance and the phone call she had taken from them. This was yet another time she could’ve let her husband in on the secret, but she didn’t. It just didn’t seem to be the right time, besides, she still had no actual way of going to the shopping mall like Thorn had asked and that didn’t seem like it was a situation that would change any time soon. To tell Ryan would likely mean making him worry over nothing.

A black van with tinted windows came into view followed by another identical one. Behind those were several black cars. Anna felt a shiver run down her spine.

“They’re here.” Anna said quietly.

Ryan crossed the room in just a couple of seconds and looked out as the vehicles started pulling up outside. Even Jane walked over to look out with curiosity. The stillness outside was quickly taken away as people stepped out of their vehicles and started pulling things out of the vans. Anna saw large lights, cameras and various things she didn’t recognise.

“Fwiends?” Jane asked curiously.

“I don’t think so.” Ryan replied stiffly, “I’ll get the door.”

Anna wouldn’t have been surprised if the people coming to visit had their own sets of keys. She waited at the window but as the people started walking down the path she pulled away with anxiety making her feel sick. She heard the front door open and Ryan greeting some people, a couple of seconds later they started appearing in the living room.

“Alright, move that couch.” Said a man without even looking at Anna or Jane, “Push the playpen against the wall. I want lights here and over there.”

Anna could only watch as the room was rearranged by these strangers. None of them spared her a second glance despite how awfully she felt she was dressed. People kept streaming in and although the room was pretty large it was soon becoming crowded as people set up their equipment and jostled for position.

“Anna!” Ryan called from the doorway, “Mr. Sawyer wants to see us in the dining room… He asked to bring Jane as well.”

Anna was about to ask why he needed Jane, but the regressed woman was already cheerfully skipping past the men and out into the hallway. Anna followed with slow waddling steps. She could feel the men leering at her as she went past. She did her best to ignore it as she went round the corner and into the dining room.

“Ah, the lovely Mrs. Manning…” Mr. Sawyer said. He was sitting at the table, and Ryan was sitting opposite him, “Have a seat.”

“Your men are rearranging our living room.” Anna said with poison in her voice.

“I’m sure it’s for a good reason.” Mr. Sawyer said. He turned to Ryan, “In fact, that’s why I’m talking to you. We’re going to be doing an in-depth interview with you both today.”

Before Mr. Sawyer could say anything more Jane came toddling over with a tray in her hands. She had coffee for the men and two bottles of juice for herself and Anna. They were placed on the table, but Anna studiously ignored the infantile drinking vessel.

“How’s the maid working for you?” Mr. Sawyer asked with a pleasant smile. Anna’s skin crawled.

“She’s…” Ryan started. He had barely opened his mouth when Anna interjected.

“Bastard.” Anna spat out, “How could you do this to her? You and your friends are all monsters.”

“You’re lucky we have work to do, or I would have you over this table for a spanking.” Mr. Sawyer said darkly, “I’m not in the habit of allowing little girls like you talk to me like that.”

For a few tense seconds there was silence. Mr. Sawyer and Anna were staring at each other with their eyes locked. Anna knew this was a battle she couldn’t win but she couldn’t help herself. Giving them Jane in this regressed state was like salt being rubbed in the wound.

“Mr. Manning, would you kindly remind your wife that the privileges you enjoy are entirely at my discretion.” Mr. Sawyer said without looking away from Anna.

Anna felt Ryan’s hand on her back, and she reluctantly backed down. She folded her arms across her chest as there was the sound of something dropping and smashing in the living room. Jane squealed as if the sound of something breaking was a call specifically for her. She grabbed the nearby dustpan and brush and waddled quickly towards the living room.

“I wish we had more time for these… pleasantries.” Mr. Sawyer said as he finally turned to Ryan, “But this promises to be a long day, and we need to get started.”

Mr. Sawyer reached down and pulled out a stack of papers. He handed sheets to both Ryan and Anna before placing his own on the table. Anna looked down and saw an itinerary, it seemed this interview was going to cover a lot of ground, and the paper was a cheat sheet of how to answer.

“As you are both aware, you are to be the forefront of this marketing campaign for both domestic and foreign audiences.” Mr. Sawyer said, “And to start this we need to get your names out there. We’re going to dub the three of you “The Perfect Sallasian Family”. The first step is to simply get your names known to the general public. Soon you will both become synonymous with Sallas. Won’t that be wonderful?”

“None of this is true…” Anna said as she read some of the “suggested” answers for questions, “Like, this question “What are your biggest hopes for the future?” You want me to say, “To help my wonderful husband in his career and give him many beautiful children.” I wouldn’t say that at all!”

Anna felt Ryan adjust in his seat uncomfortably. Things like children had simply not been something they’d discussed before. She started feeling awkward herself. It was hardly the right place for the topic to be broached for the first time.

“Remember what you are here for.” Mr. Sawyer replied simply, “We want you to be the perfect family. What you actually want is irrelevant.”

“You want me to lie.” Anna said.

“Now you’re getting it.” Mr. Sawyer smiled thinly, “Good girl.”

Anna scowled as she looked away. She finally shrugged off Ryan’s hand and crossed her legs as much as she was able to, she knew that in her current outfit her anger made her look like a pouting overgrown toddler. She didn’t want to lie but she, of course, had no say in the matter.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the papers.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stood up, “Then we can begin.”

Mr. Sawyer exited the room leaving Anna and Ryan alone. Anna watched him go with pure hate burning her eyes. As soon as he was out of sight she turned back to the table and let out a frustrated hiss. She pushed the paper across the table.

“We should probably at least look at what they want us to say.” Ryan said slowly.

“I don’t need to look at that to know what they want.” Anna replied acidly. She continued in a sarcastic tone, “They want me to say I’m a good little girl who does want my big strong husband tells me.”

“I hate it too.” Ryan replied tentatively, clearly worried his wife’s temper might re-direct on to him, “But what else can we do?”

Anna shrugged. She knew there were no options but that didn’t stop her righteous feeling of injustice. She sat there with her arms and legs crossed until they were called in from the living room. She didn’t want to go anywhere but she slowly pushed her chair back and stood up. Ryan took her hand with both of his.

“I know it doesn’t mean much but I’ll be with you.” Ryan said.

“It means a lot.” Anna leaned forwards and they shared a small kiss, “Let’s get this over with.”

The living room had been transformed into a makeshift studio. Anna looked around at a dozen men who were all staring at her. She ducked her head. She hated feeling inferior, but it was hard not to when she was dressed as she was amongst all these professionals. She followed Ryan over to the couch which was now bathed in studio lights with microphones hanging above. As she sat down, she looked at the cold gaze of the two cameras staring at her unblinkingly. She knew this wasn’t being broadcast live, but she still felt as if millions of eyes were on her.

Mr. Sawyer sat down on a seat between the two cameras. There was some more activity as various people made last minute adjustments to their equipment. Jane came wobbling in with drinks for Mr. Sawyer and Ryan. Anna still had her bottle with her; it was placed on the table in front of her.

“Is everyone ready?” Mr. Sawyer called out.

There were various affirmations and then the room got quiet. Anna felt her heart beating harder. It was show time, she had to push her emotions and true thoughts into a box at the back of her mind so that she could play “the good wife” for the cameras. She had to remember that failing to do her job here could mean being sent way and ending up like Jane.

“Mr. Manning, it’s lovely to join you in your home today. Would you like to introduce us to your pretty little wife?” Mr. Sawyer asked in his best presenter voice.

There was a small pause where Ryan looked at Anna. She subtly nodded her head and urged him to answer. She watched as a large false smile appeared on his face, and he started talking.

“Of course, this is Anna.” Ryan said. He put an arm around her shoulders, “It’s lovely to have you with us.”

The interview started with an exchange of pleasantries. Anna actually had it slightly easier than Ryan in that she really wasn’t expected to say anything unless directly asked. It didn’t mean she wasn’t internally dying from the humiliation. The questions were so dehumanising.

“So, Ryan, tell us what the best aspect of having a wife in Sallas is.” Mr. Sawyer asked.

Anna’s big, forced smile hid that she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Ryan hesitated. It seemed like he was trying to find an answer that would satisfy everyone but there clearly wasn’t one. Anna could practically feel the defeat radiating off him as he gave in to giving the answers Mr. Sawyer wanted.

“That’s a difficult one; I had to think about that for a minute.” Ryan chuckled, “But I think having a wife who… who knows her place really helps me to focus on the important things. Whilst she is cooking and cleaning I can concentrate on work.”

“Of course, there are a lot of benefits to the Sallasian system.” Mr. Sawyer nodded as he spoke, “Tell me, Ryan, is it true what they say about Sallasian women? That they know how to treat their men in EVERY respect?”

“Well, I’m not the sort to kiss and tell.” Ryan laughed. Anna felt his arm tense around her, “But I have no complaints in that department!”

Anna was set to explode. Her eyes were watering as she forced the smile to remain on her face even as the men behind the camera smirked and made obscene gestures towards her. She tried to focus on looking at the camera lens. She tried to tune out the voice of her husband as he degraded her, she knew he had no choice, but it didn’t the words from stinging.

“And Anna, how about you?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he turned to Anna, “How would you say the Sallasian system has benefited you?”

The question almost caused Anna’s brain to short-circuit. In any other situation just being asked that question would’ve caused Anna to launch herself at her conversation partner. The “Sallasian system” was nothing more than a fancy way of saying extreme institutionalised misogyny. Anna collected herself and took a calming breath. She knew what she had to say even if the words caused bile to rise up from her stomach.

“The Sallasian system is wonderful.” Anna said. She found herself putting on a slightly high-pitched voice as if she was trying to play the part of a stupid woman in a film, “I can focus on what I’m good at, making sure the house is nice for my husband. I don’t have to worry about making money or complicated things that I can’t handle, isn’t that right, honey?”

Anna looked at Ryan. The fake smile remained in place though she was sure her eyes conveyed her true horror at what she was saying. Ryan returned the smile and nodded as he squeezed one of her hands. She felt like a traitor to everything she believed in, she hated to imagine that people she once knew might see her saying the things she was.

“But, Anna, what about the diapers?” Mr. Sawyer asked, “I’m sure many people watching this overseas will question what, for them, may seem like odd clothing choices.”

“Oh, this just helps to make me a better housewife.” Anna answered. She was very aware that the dress didn’t go down far enough to cover her padding, she was also aware that the camera trained on her had panned down to look at the crinkling plastic.

“How does it help?” Mr. Sawyer asked.

“Well, it’s common knowledge that women’s brains are… inferior to men.” Anna said, practically through gritted teeth. She thought she might throw up, “The diapers mean I have one less thing to worry about and I can concentrate on my chores.”

Anna could only imagine what women around the world would think if they saw what she was saying. She felt like a traitor to feminism and females around the world. Her only hope was that the whole propaganda plan fell apart and this horrid interview would never be seen by anyone.

The questions just kept coming. For hours they sat there and answered everything that was thrown at them. Occasionally they stopped briefly to re-tape an answer but for the most part it kept going completely uninterrupted. Anna felt like she was going mad. Every answer was along the same lines. Men could only succeed without women distracting them at work whilst females were happy at home to not be burdened by education or work.

Anna tried to avoid drinking from the baby bottle for as long as possible, but she was never going to be able to hold off on it forever. They had been going for at two and a half hours when her thirst finally overruled her dignity. She saw the camera swing to her as she picked up the bottle and brought it up to her mouth. The amber teat passed her lips, and she sucked down the juice greedily all the while being filmed. Mr. Sawyer gave Anna a smirk of superiority that Anna couldn’t stand to see. She closed her eyes to avoid having to see how superior he saw himself.

The questions went on and on. Anna wasn’t sure how long she was sat there before her bladder finally became impossible to ignore. She had been shifting in her seat for a while before she finally let go. Hot urine started streaming out of her and into the diaper. She had tried to keep what was happening a secret but clearly her restlessness had attracted attention.

“Quick! Anna, open your legs and show the camera!” Mr. Sawyer ordered.

“W-What!?” Anna’s eyes widened.

“Do it!” Mr. Sawyer exclaimed, “Tom, get this on camera!”

Anna slowly did as she was told. Her face blazed with embarrassment as her knees separated, and she saw the cameras focusing on the spreading wetness. Her eyes burned with tears that she blinked away. No sooner had she finished than she was doing her best to cover herself up again.

“And it seems we have just witnessed one of the biggest benefits of keeping your girls in diapers.” Mr. Sawyer said as he turned back to Ryan, “They have no need to take a break from chores for needless breaks.”

Anna could only sit and listen as Ryan agreed with the man from the government that all women should be kept in diapers. She was forced to smile vacuously even though she was internally screaming.

“And, Anna, why don’t you tell us why you are happy to be kept in diapers?” Mr. Sawyer asked after several minutes of questions aimed at Ryan. It felt like a question she had been made to answer a dozen times or more.

“Well, I… I…” Anna stuttered. The diapers were something she absolutely hated. She had been lying with every answer she had given but this felt like the hardest thing she’d had to do yet.

“Go on…” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head encouragingly like he was coaxing an answer out of a shy toddler.

Anna’s pride already felt like it had gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight boxer. The battered remains were telling her not to give in, to resist as she always had, but the voice was quiet and easily shushed by the side of her brain telling her to give them what they wanted.

“I like that they’re warm…” Anna said quietly. The smile was harder to maintain than ever before, “I like how thick they are, I like that they make me feel safe and make me… make me a better wife.”

“Fantastic.” Mr. Sawyer beamed.

Anna felt small and pathetic. She slumped in her seat feeling completely beaten. A tear ran down her cheek as she imagined people watching this and seeing just what a laughingstock she was. A traitor to her beliefs. Anna wondered if she wouldn’t have been better off locked up in a Finishing School, at least she would still be able to look at herself in the mirror.

“Well, let’s stop there for lunch, shall we?” Mr. Sawyer said as he stood up, “We’ll come back in an hour to continue. Anna, don’t change that diaper.”

“Continue?” Ryan asked as he stood up.

“Of course.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “We have a lot of material to go through this afternoon.”

Mr. Sawyer and the rest of the crew walked away from the equipment and spread throughout the house as if it were theirs rather than Anna and Ryan’s. Anna was still sat on the couch when Ryan took his seat next to her again, he took her hand with both of his.

“I feel disgusting.” Anna said weakly.

“It’s OK.” Ryan replied softly, “You don’t have a choice.”

“Don’t I?” Anna asked, “Maybe if my values really meant something to me, I would’ve told them to shove it regardless of the consequences.”

“I’m very glad you didn’t.” Ryan said softly.

As Anna sat in her misery wondering what was right and wrong one of Mr. Sawyer’s aides brought lunch for the married couple. They both came in clear plastic bottles and were largely the same except for the large baby bottle on top of one.

Anna ate lunch in silence. She thought about who she felt she was as a person, the firebrand who could never be tamed, she took pride in that. Not for the first time since acceding to the offer of Mr. Sawyer did she wonder if she had sold herself out for the promise of a comfortable life. How would the younger Anna look at her now?

People started trickling back into the room as they finished their lunches. They mostly spoke to each other with no one giving the couple on the couch a second look. Anna felt tired out from the morning and wasn’t looking forward to even more questions and the acting she would have to do to answer them. Hopefully there wasn’t much left to talk about, it didn’t feel like there could possibly be much more.

“I have to say Jane has been very accommodating.” Mr. Sawyer strode in and took his seat with a smile.

“What have you done to her!?” Anna immediately exclaimed.

“Relax, girl, we were just talking.” Mr. Sawyer replied easily, “Well, it was a bit of a one-sided conversation, naturally. I was just making sure you’d been a good girl since you got here. I’m happy to report that Jane said you’d been following all the rules.”

Anna ducked her head in shame. It felt like being given a clean report card by the asshole in the seat across from her was the biggest sign she was doing the wrong thing. She would have to check in with Jane later and make sure she was alright, she didn’t trust any of these men as far as she could throw them.

“Right then, let’s resume.” Mr. Sawyer cracked his knuckles.

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Somehow there were more questions. A lot more. Some of them were repeats whereas others seemed completely irrelevant to the goal of the session. The interview had never been comfortable for Anna, but it increasingly felt like an interrogation where Mr. Sawyer was trying to catch her out in some way. It was exhausting having to keep her mental guard up constantly, not to mention the fake smile she wore which was now starting to hurt the muscles in her face.

The worst part was the cramps in Anna’s tummy. As she sat and listened to Ryan making up a story about how nice it was to put his feet up and watch the girls cleaning, she looked around at the men of the crew. She felt certain someone had spiked her bottle, when she saw the man holding the boom mic give her a sneering wink she felt her temperature rise. She had no idea if it was a plan straight from Mr. Sawyer or one of the other guys looking to humiliate the “uppity” woman, but Anna felt sure someone had fed laced her drink with a heavy dose of laxatives.

Anna was tense as she did her best to maintain her position and not let on that the cramps were building in intensity. She wondered how much longer this could possibly go on for. The list of questions seemed never ending. As a fresh gut-twisting cramp wracked her body Anna tensed up and twisted to the side slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Mr. Sawyer asked. There was no concern on his face.

Anna didn’t know if lying was the right move but telling the truth didn’t seem too appealing. She quickly nodded her head and hoped that would be the end of it, of course it wasn’t.

“Ryan, could you remind your wife what good girls do?” Mr. Sawyer said rather pointedly. It looked like he was having fun making Ryan be the “bad guy.”

“Huh? I don’t…” Ryan started as he looked at Anna.

Anna winced and bent over forwards as she felt a cramp rip through her body. She’d been in this position many times and knew it wouldn’t be long until she was messing herself whether she had chosen to let go or not. Ryan seemed to see what was going on immediately. He gulped nervously.

“C-Can we take a break?” Ryan asked Mr. Sawyer as he put a hand on Anna’s back, “I mean we can’t have this conversation in the finished product, right?”

“We can edit later.” Mr. Sawyer waved away the objection like he was swatting a fly, “Robert, make sure you get a close up when it happens.”

“You… bastard.” Anna hissed as she barely got through another spike in pain and pressure.

“Anna, make sure you get into the classic squatting position.” Mr. Sawyer said with obvious relish, “We need to make sure our viewers know exactly what is happening.”

Anna didn’t need the reminder that all of this would be seen by millions of people all over Sallas. That everyone would see her as nothing more than any other woman, a subjugated “girl” completely dependent on the men in her life. She thought about her adoptive parents watching her like this, she could picture only too clearly her father’s massive belly laugh.

“Anna…” Ryan said softly.

Anna held up a hand to silence her husband. She didn’t need telling. She slowly slipped forwards off the chair and turned her back to the camera as she lowered herself down. The room was so quiet she felt like she could hear the subtle electrical buzz of the cameras.

“Ryan, why don’t you talk about what is happening for our audience at home?” Mr. Sawyer prompted.

Anna couldn’t see what was going on as her hands were on the couch. The end was near. She did hear Ryan complaining and Mr. Sawyer promptly shutting him down though. Thus, she was left listening to humiliating commentary from her own husband about what she was doing.

“W-Well…” Ryan stuttered, “It seems Anna needs to… use her diaper. On a normal day her d-diaper would mean she wouldn’t have to pause from her duties…”

Anna was blushing brightly. Despite everything she still couldn’t relax and let the inevitable happen, not with the cameras watching. She was slowly losing control though, soon no amount of willpower would prevent the pressure in her bowels from overwhelming her.

“I find Anna is happier when she doesn’t have to think about much.” Ryan continued. His voice flat and without emotion, “Girls are better off with as few complex adult thoughts as possible.”

“Indeed. Research shows that girls are happier when they don’t have to think of such silly notions as making it to the bathroom.” Mr. Sawyer chimed in, “In fact, according to a recent government study, seventy-eight per-cent of women report less satisfaction with life post-potty training and…”

The stats continued to be rattled off as Anna strained in her squatting position. When the end came it was sudden and violent. Her body, growing impatient with her stubbornness, simply took over and pushed down regardless.

“I think she… Yes! There she goes!” Mr. Sawyer said excitedly.

Anna felt tears going down her cheeks as she finally felt the relief of opening her bowels. Unfortunately for her any good feelings she got from that were immediately subsumed by the horrible yet familiar sensation on stickiness spreading in her diaper. She could feel the padding pushing out as she filled it, the clean white disposable quickly becoming brown. The warmth of her “accident” hurriedly spread up towards her lower back and down between her legs. Whatever she had been given to make this happen had loosened her up majorly.

“Nothing reinforces a girl’s position in life like filling her diaper.” Mr. Sawyer said coldly.

“Y-Yeah…” Ryan replied. His voice had none of the enthusiasm of his earlier fake answers.

Anna still wasn’t done. She could feel her lower intestines grumble and then another wave of poop quickly exited her. As she felt the growing mess starting to test how good the padding was at actually containing it, she let out a little sob. Mr. Sawyer’s words felt doubly painful to her. He knew this wasn’t how she wanted to live.

After a third and final push which was accompanied by an embarrassingly loud sound of breaking wind it was finally over. Anna had thoroughly filled the diaper and was now just squatting and facing away from the camera.

“And it’s not as difficult as you’d imagine to clean up is it, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer prompted.

“Not at all.” Ryan replied.

Anna wanted to run away but she knew she couldn’t. As hard and painful as it was, she had to keep up the façade. She reached up to wipe the tears away and took a couple of deep breaths. Using more bravery than she felt she had ever shown in her life she stood up. The heavy load in her disposable shifted slightly and she moved her feet a little further apart. She turned around and faced the camera with her smile back in place, a mask that hid the torment inside.

“As happy and pretty as ever.” Mr. Sawyer said with a large grin. Anna knew he must know how difficult this was for her to stomach, “Sit down and we can continue.”

Anna knew she would have to, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. She slowly eased herself down until she felt the bottom of her diaper touching the couch cushion. As she put her weight down, she felt herself sinking into the mess that spread in every direction. She could barely supress a shudder as she sat down fully, intensely aware of the smell that was rapidly polluting the air around her.

The interview carried on for another several hours. In that time Anna wasn’t allowed to change or go anywhere. Occasionally a fresh bottle would be brought to her that she would be expected to drink with the end result that as well as being covered in poop her diaper was saturated. She felt exhausted, humiliated and that things couldn’t possibly get worse. She wasn’t sure she had ever felt this bad even back at the college.

“That should be all for today.” Mr. Sawyer finally said.

They had been going for so long the sun was starting to set. The whole day had been spent acting like all of this was normal, that this was something Anna wanted.  Relief poured through her when she heard it was coming to an end. She looked at Ryan who seemed equally tired, he took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are we done?” Ryan asked. The crew were packing away their equipment and Mr. Sawyer had stood up.

“Done?” Mr. Sawyer replied with a frown.

“I mean, you said there was a government job waiting for me and I’m anxious to get started.” Ryan said.

“All in good time.” Mr. Sawyer patted Ryan on the shoulder, “But we have a lot to do with the two of you before then. We should have some idea how long this is all going to take after tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Anna spoke up. Unlike the men she was still sat on the couch unwilling to move and spread the mess in her underwear even further.

“You didn’t think this was all going to be finished today, did you?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he looked from Anna to Ryan with a chuckle, “No, no, no, today was all about the domestic market. This will be edited and put on the television, the internet, radio, billboards, everywhere. Tomorrow we will need to do start work on the foreign market.”

Anna dropped her head to her hands. She had barely been keeping it together but to hear they would have to do all of this again nearly broke her completely. She sobbed as she realised just how big this campaign was going to be, how she would be the face of everything she hated. It was a cruel joke.

Mr. Sawyer and his men slowly left until Anna was left alone in the living room with Ryan. He was holding and trying to comfort her with little success. All Anna could think about was seeing her face everywhere saying words that weren’t hers. She was a traitor and all it had taken from a threat of personal harm.

“We should get you changed.” Ryan eventually said.

“I can do it.” Anna sniffed as she finally looked up. Her face was puffy from the crying.

“No, it’s OK. Let me help you.” Ryan smiled, “We’re in this together.”

Anna never thought there would be a situation where she would agree to letting any man change her but when she saw the look of concern and love on Ryan’s face she relented and allowed him to help her to her feet. The waddle to the changing table was one of the most difficult of her life.

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A new routine is being established. One that has Anna, Ryan and Jane at the beck and call of the Sallas government and their whims. This means that the first day of filming interviews was not a one-off... 

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The next day of interviews was just as exhausting as the one before. There were some questions that were clearly catered to a foreign market but for the most part it seemed like the questions were repeats of the day before. When Anna pointed out they could save time and use the previous day’s answers she was ignored. At least she was allowed to change when she needed it, or rather Ryan was allowed to change her.

It was another exhausting day with questions that didn’t let up and yet again Anna and Ryan had to paste on their fake smiles. By the time they reached the end Anna was about ready to collapse, thankfully they were informed that the next day would be one of rest. That didn’t mean Anna was going to be idle though.

“Come on, Jane.” Anna said encouragingly as she pointed out a letter in a children’s alphabet book she had found in one of the nurseries.

Jane was looking down and frowning. Anna had no expectation that her friend would be able to recognise the letter, but she still hoped. They had been going for an hour without any progress and Jane was starting to get fidgety.

Finally, Jane looked up at Anna with a vacant smile and shrugged her shoulders. Anna sighed and closed the book. She had been hoping that she could quickly undo the damage of the Finishing School, but she hadn’t made any progress, it seemed that whatever they did in those places was bulletproof.

“Can I go clean?” Jane asked as if it was some big treat.

Anna nodded her head and admitted defeat. Jane eagerly got up and hurried over to the cupboard for the cleaning supplies as Anna started picking up the various things she’d been using to try and re-educate her friend. She wouldn’t give up but her hopes of making progress were severely dented.

Anna reached a hand under her dress and pressed her hand against her diaper. Rather predictably she was very wet. Living in this gated community meant that she was surrounded by potential enemies, it only took one of them finding Anna without her diapers for this whole thing to potentially collapse. Whilst women were allowed to be potty trained it had been made very clear to Anna that she was to remain in diapers for the marketing campaign, being caught out of them would probably be a quick way to get taken away.

Standing up and making her way upstairs Anna felt grateful that at least today she wasn’t forced to answer thousands of questions like the previous couple of days. Without all those intruders the house felt so much larger, she had started to genuinely think of it as her home, and it was one she was proud of. Normally she didn’t like doing housework, thanks to her childhood, where helping her mother clean was considered a treat, but increasingly she was picking up a sponge or cloth and helping Jane. Jane never seemed to approve of anyone else doing any work, but Anna couldn’t just sit by and watch the poor woman slaving away no matter how much Jane outwardly seemed to enjoy it.

“Oh, Anna?” Ryan’s voice came from the master bedroom.

Anna turned away from her nursery and walked into the bedroom where her husband had been laying down. He was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the house phone and smiling.

“What’s up?” Anna asked as she walked in and sat on the bed next to Ryan.

“I just got off the phone with Mr. Sawyer.” Ryan said as he put an arm around Anna.

“And you’re smiling?” Anna asked with a frown. Ryan chuckled slightly.

“He told me that I’m going to start my new job on Monday!” Ryan said happily.

Anna smiled back at her husband but didn’t really feel the same enthusiasm that he apparently did. She understood why he was happy though. He had spent the time since they had moved to the gated community without anything to do, that idleness had turned into worrying that as soon as the government were done with them for marketing they would be carted off. Having an actual job waiting made things seem more secure, more permanent.

Anna hugged Ryan. It seemed that whether she wanted it to or not every day made this new home feel more permanent. She didn’t know if that was good or not. When Ryan let her go, she stood up and was about to head for the nursery when Ryan stopped her by taking hold of her hand.

“Is everything alright?” Ryan asked.

“Is it ever alright?” Anna replied with a shake of the head, “It’s Jane…”

“Still no progress?” Ryan asked.

“Nothing.” Anna replied as her shoulders slumped, “It’s not just that she’s making no progress either. It’s like she doesn’t WANT to make progress. I know it’s stupid, she can’t help it, I just don’t know how to even start making her better.”

“It’ll come.” Ryan replied.

Anna knew Ryan was just trying to make her feel better. She had never heard of a woman returning from Finishing School and getting “fixed” afterwards. As Anna stood there the phone rang again. Ryan picked it up. His face fell the longer he held the receiver to his ear before finally putting it back down.

“Mr. Sawyer and his crew will be with us every day until Monday.” Ryan said despondently, “They have more stuff they want to film.”

“What could they possibly need to film!?” Anna asked angrily, “We answered all their stupid questions!”

“I don’t know.” Ryan replied, “He didn’t give any specifics.”

“I need to go change.” Anna muttered darkly as she turned away from Ryan.

Anna wasn’t mad at her husband. She knew there was nothing he could do, he was just as much a pawn in the game as she was, but she was still angry. As nice as the house was it wasn’t worth the humiliations that came with it.

The nursery had remained virtually untouched since Ryan and Anna had moved in. Anna spent barely any time in the room; the only time she did go in was when she was changing herself. In some ways it was a shame. There were a lot of toys and books in there that some little girl would probably love but it was all going to waste.

Anna got out a fresh diaper and her changing supplies. It had quickly been re-established that this was her normal. Her time in panties already felt like a different lifetime or a particularly vivid dream. She lowered the front of the diaper and cleaned herself up before hastily taping on the new one. Once she was done, she let her hands fall to her side with a sigh as she stared up at the ceiling.

Right above Anna, in the attic, was the phone. The secret cell phone that nobody seemed to know about. Anna stared up as she thought back through the strange conversation she had experienced with “Thorn.” She still didn’t trust the person on the other end, but she was intrigued. In quiet moments like this she always hoped she would hear the phone ring again, she had questions she wanted answered and she wanted to tell Thorn that she couldn’t possibly go to the mall. She wasn’t a free woman no matter how pleasant her surroundings seemed. Thorn had probably given up waiting for her my then.

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The next morning Anna awoke full of dread. She went to check on Jane who cuddling a stuffed bear in her crib sleepily. She reached through the bars to pat the diaper between the sleeping woman’s legs. She was soaked as she often was in the morning. Anna felt more like a mother checking on her daughter than a friend.

Anna left the room. Jane’s diaper was unlikely to leak and normally they waited until she woke up to change her and dress her for a day of chores. No matter how much Anna tried to convince her to do something fun Jane always defaulted to cleaning. She struggled to sit still through a movie or TV show and whenever Anna looked at her during such times, she saw that Jane was distracted. It seemed like the Finishing School had removed Jane’s ability to relax in any way that didn’t involve acting like a baby or a servant.

Anna went down to the kitchen where she found Ryan already drinking his morning coffee. She went to the coffee machine herself to make her own morning drink. With just a robe over her diaper she crinkled loudly with each step. At first hearing that crinkle again was mortifying, now it was just part of the background noise.

“When will they be here?” Anna asked as she sat at the table.

“They didn’t say.” Ryan replied, “You might want to get dressed soon though.”

“Can’t we just tell them I’m sick or something?” Anna asked.

“Do you think that would stop them?” Ryan answered.

“Probably not…” Anna conceded with a sigh.

Anna drank her coffee in silence. She hadn’t realised just how intense the schedule would be for her in this “job.” The scale of the campaign was clearly more than she had ever anticipated. After finishing her drink, she went upstairs to get dressed. She changed into a fresh diaper and put on a very childish dress which did little to cover her padded state. She hated it but expected Mr. Sawyer to approve.

“Jane? It’s time to wake up.” Anna said as she opened the door to Jane’s nursery.

The smell hit Anna immediately. Jane was sitting in her crib with a faraway look in her eyes, it was almost like she was on standby mode until someone needed her. It was clear that she had pooped herself and as Anna approached the crib the stench got worse. Anna kicked herself for not changing Jane before getting dressed.

“Hewwo.” Jane yawned. She seemed to have no shame about how she had been found.

The side of the crib rattled down and Anna helped Jane out of it. She felt so pathetic. The big strong and proud woman who wouldn’t be cowed by any man now dressed just like all those women she looked on with pity and disdain. She led Jane over to the changing table and helped her up.

Jane’s diaper was, predictably, in a very bad state and Anna had to be very careful about cleaning her up. She didn’t want to have to go change again so stood well back as she cleaned her friend up. Anna pulled the used diaper away and dropped it in the pail. Just as she was unfolding a new disposable, she heard the doorbell ring.

“Who’s that?” Jane said as she lifted her head.

“It doesn’t matter.” Anna replied, “Let’s just finish up here, OK?”

Jane laid back down. Anna put her friend into a fresh diaper as she heard Ryan open the door and greet Mr. Sawyer. She sighed as she flattened the final tape on the front of Jane’s padding. Jane was smiling vacantly as she watched Anna go about the change.

“Sometimes I wonder if I should envy you…” Anna said quietly as she looked at Jane, “You don’t worry about anything, do you? I wonder what it must be like to live in such blissful ignorance…”

“Anna!” Ryan shouted up the stairs.

“Coming.” Anna replied. She turned to Jane, “We’d better get you dressed.”

Anna dressed Jane in a pink onesie with similar coloured skirt over the top that had frilly edges. No matter how much Anna tried to adjust it she couldn’t completely cover the diaper and stretched onesie material underneath. Anna took Jane’s hand and led the crinkling woman downstairs.

“There’s our star.” Mr. Sawyer said with a big grin as Anna walked down the stairs. He was standing in the hallway with Ryan, “I’ve shown the preliminary cut of our interviews to my boss, and he is ecstatic!”

“Yippee.” Anna said sarcastically.

“Yippee indeed.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “If you don’t keep him happy, he sends you away.”

“Whatever.” Anna waved a hand dismissively, “Can we just get this over with?”

Mr. Sawyer laughed and clapped Ryan on the back. Ryan jerked forwards as Mr. Sawyer turned and walked back out to the garden. Anna leaned sideways and could see several vehicles lined up on the curb outside the house. It looked like Ryan had been selected to give the bad news.

“Ryan?” Anna asked.

“We’re being taken to the park.” Ryan said flatly, “Jane’s coming too.”

“The park? The one in the gated community?” Anna asked.

“No…” Ryan replied with a sigh.

“But… Ryan, I don’t want to go out dressed like this!” Anna definitely didn’t want to have to face the public in such a humiliating manner.

“What do you want me to do?” Ryan asked with a shrug, “I don’t want to be a part of this either, but we don’t exactly have a choice in the matter.”

“We’re going to the park?” Jane asked excitedly, “Will there be swings?”

When Ryan nodded his head, the regressed woman jumped up and down clapping her hands. There was nothing anyone could do. Anna watched as the preparations were made and then she was taken out of the house with Jane running happily in front of them. She was shocked when cameras started clicking loudly and she realised even this was being used to brainwash the population. Every aspect of her life was being crafted meticulously. She felt less like a person and more like a product.

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Those interviews were far from the only thing the government want from Anna. It seems they want images and video of Anna and Ryan in EVERY possible situation. 

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The drive to the park was relatively short. Jane was babbling excitedly but Anna could only fret at going out in the most humiliating of outfits. She had the mad idea that maybe she and Ryan could overpower the driver, steal the car and then drive away to safety but that was just a pipedream.

When they pulled up at the park, the fleet of vehicles took up practically every space. Anna was reluctant to step outside the car but as soon as she did, she saw Ryan being handed a toddler harness by Mr. Sawyer. On the other side of the car Jane was impatiently waiting with her arms raised as a similar restraint was attached to her.

“Sorry…” Ryan mumbled as he walked over with the device.

Anna lifted her arms and closed her eyes in embarrassment as the harness was wrapped around her waist and chest. Yet again she heard the clicks of the cameras going off, she had to resist the urge to march over and break them.

“Make sure it’s nice and tight, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer called out, “We’ll use these shots to demonstrate proper equipment usage.”

Anna felt a jerk as Ryan pulled one the straps and the harness hugged her body tightly. There was a small click as a leash was attached to the back and then Jane was brought over so Ryan could hold her toddler leash as well. Anna felt more like a pet than a person.

“Alright, we just want you to act naturally.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped in front of them, “Just have a nice time whilst we film. We might step in to ask questions occasionally but otherwise you won’t even know we’re here. Ryan, after you.”

After a small amount of hesitation Ryan started walking forwards with the two women either side of him. Jane was skipping along happily whilst Anna remained slumped over and practically had to be dragged to keep up.

“Remember they want us to be a happy family…” Ryan muttered to Anna as he saw one of Mr. Sawyer’s crew shake his head after looking at some of the pictures he had just taken.

“Yeah? Do you want to wear all this and try smiling?” Anna replied sharply.

Regardless, she knew Ryan was right. She tried her best to smile and look at least a little more enthusiastic about what was going on. Her motivation was just imagining how miserable the Finishing School would be if she failed in her task. It wasn’t all faked happiness though. Anna looked across to Jane and felt a genuine pang of joy at how much her friend was enjoying this. She wondered how long it had been since Jane had been outside of a compound whether it was the dreaded place of corrections or the gated community.

The further the group got from the cars the more people Anna saw. They were heading for a large playground which looked busy, much to Anna’s chagrin. She saw people staring and could feel herself blushing with embarrassment, even amongst the women of Sallas she was dressed particularly childishly.

There was sadness too. Anna saw other women and girls, she saw the way they were treated and wished more than anything that she could help them. Worse than not helping she felt like she was actively harming them through the campaign she had become an unwilling participant of.

Anna had continued to hope that Ryan would lead the two women away from the playground but as he swung open the large metal gate she could only step inside. Anna didn’t think she had stepped foot in one of these since she had been a little girl. She remembered distinctly the people who adopted her taking her to one of these, but she refused to do anything, they hadn’t tried again. Most play parks around the world were set up solely for children, that wasn’t the case in Sallas. Whilst there were slides, swings and climbing equipment set up for kids there was also an entirely different set that was for adults. Anna could see women running around it and she wondered how many were completely brainwashed like Jane.

“I think they’re going to want you to play.” Ryan said quietly as he unhooked the leashes, “Just try to think of it as looking after Jane.”

Anna was going to retort angrily but Jane was already running off to the climbing frames. Reluctantly Anna hurried off after Jane and heard lots of clicks from cameras as she jogged towards the climbing frame as fast as her heavily diapered body could go. She was red faced by the time she reached the play equipment and not just because of the physical exertion.

“Follow me!” Jane called out as she climbed a slanted ramp on her hands and knees without a care in the world to the fact she was flashing her diapers to everyone.

Anna followed and after going through a portion of the metal frame she reached a slide that Jane had already gone down. She soon found that keeping up with her regressed friend was like trying to keep up with a small child, they were always one step ahead and she found herself chasing her for most of the morning. She wasn’t having any fun at all but as far as the cameras were concerned, she looked like she was running around and playing without a care in the world.

Several times during that morning both Anna and Jane had to return to Ryan for very public diaper changes. Anna bristled at that but had no choice but to submit. The cameras recorded every excruciating detail.

By the time they were taken home Anna was exhausted. As soon as their front door closed, she excused herself upstairs and laid down on the bed with a wet wash cloth over her forehead. She didn’t head back downstairs until dinnertime at which point Ryan informed her of some further unpleasantness.

“What is this?” Anna asked as she looked down at the phone screen and saw a photo of her getting changed in the park.

“It’s Sallagram.” Ryan said, “Swipe left. There’s more.”

Anna swiped and indeed saw more photos of her day out. They had been carefully edited to hide her face if she was frowning or outright modified to make her smile. Interspersed with the photos were short video clips showing the same stuff. It seemed almost never ending.

“I don’t understand…” Anna said as she handed the phone back.

“Sallagram has been set up by the government as a social media network. Apparently, it mirrors one used outside of the country quite a bit. This is your account.” Ryan said.

“MY account!?” Anna exclaimed.

Anna took the phone again and saw the username in the corner: AnnaManningOfficial. It was next to a profile picture of her looking as infantile as ever and in the small About Me section it said…

“Proud woman of Sallas. Working for the men that make this country great.” Anna read breathlessly.

“Mr. Sawyer’s team must’ve set it up.” Ryan said, “Seems like they’ve adjusted the algorithm so that your stuff appears in everyone’s feeds.”

“H-How many…?” Anna whispered.

“It really doesn’t matter.” Ryan tried to say as he took his phone back, “What matters is…”

“How many people have seen these photos?” Anna asked in the voice that was so calm it was clear the owner of it was working very hard to keep from exploding.

“The profile has had…” Ryan hesitated, “Ninety million views. But…”

Anna wasn’t listening to anything else that was said. All she knew was that the photos of her, many of which had only been uploaded earlier that day, had already racked up a huge amount of attention. All those people, strangers from ever part of the country, had seen the embarrassing photos. She turned and left the room as if in a trance.

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The next few days were no better. Each day Anna, Ryan and Jane were picked up in the morning, taken somewhere and told to “act naturally” whilst they were filmed. Occasionally they were stopped to be asked a few questions when Anna would have to force herself to smile as she answered in a way that left her feeling completely humiliated. It seemed the more embarrassed an answer made her the happier Mr. Sawyer and his team were with it.

They were taken to the beach where Anna had to build sandcastles and run around with Jane as if she was a toddler. They were taken to an old castle where Jane was made to dress up in a childishly over-the-top princess costume as Ryan saved her. They were taken to a waterpark where Anna was put in special swim diapers sold by the government and a one-piece swimsuit in bright pink with mermaids all over it. She had to splash around in the children’s pools supervised by a man who talked to all the women as if they were toddlers.

At every location Anna would be expected to debase herself. Even when she wasn’t she found it would still happen just by virtue of her situation. Each day she would come home despondent and exhausted. On the other hand, Jane seemed to be having the time of her life playing in all these places and when she came home, she got straight into cleaning as if she had boundless energy. Anna felt completely dead to the world until the Friday morning, the last day of that miserable week, when Mr. Sawyer and his team showed up and announced that day’s destination.

“We’re going to the mall to get some candid shots of all of you together.” Mr. Sawyer said, “So hurry up and get ready everyone.”

Anna froze to the spot. It felt like all her emotions and thoughts had been stimulated at once, like her brain was overloading. The mall, presumably the one Thorn had mentioned, the place with the supposed proof that The Rose Resistance could be trusted. It had been so long since the phone call though, surely The Rose Resistance weren’t still monitoring it.

“OK.” Anna said as she recovered her faculties.

“OK?” Mr. Sawyer repeated with a frown, “Is that all you have to say?”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“Every morning this week I have come here with your instructions, and you have moaned, pouted and dragged your feet every step of the way...” Mr. Sawyer said with suspicion.

Anna had to think fast. What Mr. Sawyer said was right, she had argued every step of the way for each of the other family outings.

“Well, you know how we girls like shopping.” Anna said with what she hoped was a genuine smile, “Excuse me, I need to go change.”

As Anna pushed past Mr. Sawyer and headed for the stairs she saw that her answer had half-satisfied him. Playing into men’s low opinions of women seemed a smart plan but the apparent docility was clearly making the government worker at least a little suspicious. Anna wasn’t thinking too much about that though, her heart was hammering, this would likely be her only chance to go to the mall. She had to make this count.

Less than fifteen minutes later the entourage was leaving the gated compound. Anna was sitting in an overgrown child seat; Jane was in a similar seat on the other side whilst Ryan was in between them. Not for the first time Anna wondered if she should’ve been more forthcoming with her husband. She hadn’t told him anything of the strange phone call or “mission” she was on. At this point it was far too late. She would have to just get it done and explain later.

Anna was dressed in a relatively modest, compared to her usual outfits, pink dress. It didn’t flare out at the bottom like some of the other ones, but it still left no doubt as to her position. The dress had a white apron on it that ran down the front and had the words “Daddy’s Good Girl” stencilled into it. Underneath, of course, was her diaper which was even thicker than usual as it had been bolstered by two unneeded stuffers. Leaving the house Anna had realised just how much all this bulk forced her to waddle.

“You alright?” Ryan muttered quietly to Anna.

Anna nodded. She felt sick. She didn’t have a plan, but she knew she had to go to the place Thorn had mentioned just to see if anything was there. It had been a little while and there had been no contact, it was very possible whatever offer was on the table had been withdrawn. Anna had to find out though. She couldn’t go through the rest of her life wondering if she missed an opportunity to potentially escape the country.

The Sallas National Mall was on the outskirts of Kingston, and it was massive. Anna had remembered hearing all about it on the news as she grew up and they were building it. The cost was never fully revealed but it was meant to have everything you could ever dream of under one roof. It was paid for by the government and was as much a vanity project as anything else, it was designed to be seen and marvelled at, Anna doubted it would actually turn a profit for a very long time, if ever.

The building was now looming in the distance and getting closer. Anna stretched in her child seat to see the massive wall of glass that was its front. The traffic started getting denser as they got nearer to it and Anna started to feel tense. It was one thing just thinking about coming here for the resistance, but it was quite another to be actually doing it. She felt like she was panicking though her exterior betrayed none of the inner turmoil she was experiencing.

“It’s going to be just like the other trips.” Mr. Sawyer twisted around from the front of the car, “You guys just go about your day and shop whilst we take photos, etc.”

Anna was still digesting Mr. Sawyer’s words when she saw something that made her gasp. She covered her mouth with her hand as she saw a giant billboard to the side of the road. Her eyes watered as the car got closer.

“Oh, I didn’t mention that did I?” Mr. Sawyer said offhandedly, “Well, surprise, I suppose.”

Straddling the road on two huge steel poles was a gargantuan billboard that, as they got closer, blocked out the sun. Anna was looking up into her own smiling face along with Ryan and Jane. The three of them looked like the perfect family as they were sat on their couch at home. It must’ve been taken on the first day of the interminable interview. In big bold letters above and below the image the billboard read: “Welcome to Sallas National Mall. Endorsed by the Manning Family.”

Had it been anyone else on the billboard it would’ve been somewhat unremarkable. But it wasn’t someone else. It was Anna and her family. This was one of the first signs she’d had that had face was truly going to be plastered everywhere.

“This is just the start.” Mr. Sawyer said proudly as the car passed under the billboard.

Anna was red in the face from embarrassment. People were going to see that, they already were seeing it, and they would think she was overjoyed to live in Sallas. Nothing could’ve been further from the truth. In her mind’s eye she suddenly saw hundreds, if not thousands, of such billboards springing up. She thought all about the women who would look up at her smiling face and see nothing but a traitor…

“Are you alright?” Ryan whispered.

Anna shook her head. She wasn’t alright and that seemed like a very stupid question. She was going to be the mascot for this horrendously patriarchal society, seen by millions at home and abroad as the perfect Sallasian woman, a girl who was happy with her place and endorsed everything the men did to her. She was worse than the women who blindly followed the men’s lead because they knew no better, she was worse than the women who actually agreed with all this bullshit. She felt like she had to get out, that she had to run and hide somewhere.

“It’s OK.” Ryan said as he took her and, “We can get through this.”

Anna swallowed back her emotions and took a deep breath. She knew she was going to be used like this but to see it so suddenly was a different matter. She just simply hadn’t been prepared for it. As she got over the initial shock it all worked to help focus her mind a little bit. The billboard represented her reality and if she wanted to get out of it, she would need Thorn and the Rose Resistance. She had to get whatever had been left for her.

The convoy of cars pulled into the colossal car park. Rather than taking up any of the normal spaces they drove towards the entrance where a security guard was sitting in a booth. The lead car stopped and there was some talking before the barrier opened and the line of vehicles drove down a slope underneath the mall. The sound of tyres squealing on the floor echoed around the enclosed space, it seemed to be a special car lot specifically for VIPs.

“We have a route laid out for you but feel free to buy anything you like the look of. We’re picking up the bill.” Mr. Sawyer said with a big smile.

Anna was released from her child seat at the same time as Jane and looked around nervously. She hated being seen like this in public. She tried to smooth down her dress, but it was pointless, as soon as she moved her hands away it sprang back up to make the bottom of her diaper peek out. She sighed in defeat.

A stroller was produced from the trunk of one of the cars but thankfully it was for Jane. Anna needed her mobility if she wanted any chance of following Rose’s instructions. It made sense to have Anna walking beside Ryan anyway; she was meant to be the model wife whilst Jane was showing a more regressed aspect of femininity in Sallas.

Anna and Ryan joined hands with the stroller in front of them for some photos before they all made their way towards a set of elevators. There were so many people with them that they needed to use both of the available elevators and even then, it was a squeeze. Anna was pushed into the corner by a cameraman and his equipment and more than once she though she felt his hand on her posterior and she doubted it was an accident.

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Finally at the mall, Anna just has to find a way to slip away from Mr. Sawyer and his goons.

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When the doors opened, they were on the ground floor of a simply gigantic mall. The sounds of thousands of people echoed off the domed ceiling that was hundreds of feet in the air. For someone like Anna, who wasn’t used to crowds and much preferred to be left on her own, it was almost overwhelming, and she found herself gripping Ryan’s hand a little tighter.

“Alright, you guys just do your thing.” Mr. Sawyer said, “We might stop you for questions a couple of times but otherwise we’ll be flies on the wall.”

“Right.” Ryan replied, “Well, I guess we had better…”

Anna nodded her head, and Ryan started to push the stroller forwards with Anna holding on to it. She looked around at the crowds and hated a lot of what she saw. There were a lot of women accompanying their various men. Many were dressed in some shade of infantile outfit but few if any looked quite so outrageously babyish as Anna. She noticed that some people were looking her way and whispering to each other.

A majority of the women in the mall were walking next to or slightly behind the man they were with, some were in strollers similar to Jane and Anna wondered if they had all been re-educated in the same way. A few were on the end of toddler leashes.

“Shall we go this way?” Ryan asked as he pointed at the nearest row of stores.

Anna shrugged. It didn’t really matter to her where they went. For the next half an hour they aimlessly walked around and looked into shops. If it wasn’t for the oppressive atmosphere and the presence of the production crew it could almost have been a nice day out. It was only as they exited a shoe shop with a new pair of sneakers for Ryan that something out of the ordinary happened.

“Wait... Aren’t you…” An excitable young girl’s voice said.

Anna turned around to a family not far away. There was a man smiling as his young daughter ran forwards to Anna, Jane and Ryan. Anna looked from the child who was clapping her hands to the mother who was staring daggers at all of them.

“You’re Anna!” The girl said as she reached them.

The girl couldn’t have reached double-digits yet in age. She was dressed in something that would’ve been out of place for a girl her age in most places in the world and she crinkled with each step. It was difficult for Anna to take any of this in though as this child seemed to know her name.

“How do you…?” Anna started slowly.

“I saw you on TV.” The girl replied, “Daddy said I could learn a lot from you. You’re so cool!”

Anna didn’t know how to react. Her mouth opened and closed in shock. She wasn’t ready to be recognised, to be some sort of celebrity endorsing a system she despised. When she saw the little girl’s smile, she could only wonder what harm she was doing, what potential was being lost as all these females were told to simply accept their place. To make matters worse the voice telling them to be happy with what they had was her own.

“Can we get a picture?” The girl asked.

“This is great stuff!” Anna could hear Mr. Sawyer enthusiastically speaking to his camera people, “Make sure you get all of this!”

“S-Sure.” Anna said.

The girl clapped her hands and stood in front of Anna and the others with a big smile on her face. Her father already had her phone out ready whilst the mother continued to stare. If looks could kill…

“Thank you so much!” The girl spontaneously gave Anna a quick hug and then ran back to her parents to hop into a stroller she was far too big for.

Anna’s mind was a whirlwind. The family continued past but as they did so the mother continued to stare. As they drew level she mouthed a word and Anna had no trouble deciphering the message though it made her blood run cold: “Traitor.”

Anna’s blood ran cold. There was no doubt in her mind that the mother had said that. She looked around at the people with her, but no one seemed to have noticed. Anna felt like she about to burst into tears, she had a desperate urge to chase after the woman and scream at her that she didn’t mean it and that she hated all of this as well. It was all she could do to keep herself upright.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” Anna mumbled to no one in particular.

“Huh?” Ryan asked.

“Nothing.” Anna said.

Anna watched the woman walk away from her until her attention was taken by something else. Yet again her blood seemed to freeze but this time it was for a very different reason. In the middle of a large open area in what must’ve been the middle of the mall there was a giant sign. It read “SALLAS”, but every letter was gigantic and stood on its own. It must’ve been the place Thorn had told her to go.

“Is everything alright?” Ryan asked as he followed her gaze.

“Yeah…” Anna replied.

Anna’s mind was whirling through a thousand different variables. She needed to get over to the sign but there were thousands of people walking around not to mention the production crew who were very deliberately keeping their cameras on her. It didn’t seem feasible that she could retrieve whatever was supposed to have been left for her without being noticed. She started to wonder if that was the point. Maybe this was a test of faith and even attempting it would get Thorn to trust her, or maybe Thorn was a government worker trying to tempt her to get into trouble and testing her loyalty to the regime. Anna’s head spun.

The three of them walked around the central area. Anna did her best to play the good little wife that she was supposed to be for the cameras, but her attention kept being drawn towards those letters. She realised that she couldn’t get over there alone. After deliberately keeping Ryan out of everything she felt she needed him to help her now.

“I need you to create a diversion.” Anna hissed.

“What?” Ryan frowned and stopped as he stared at her.

“Act natural!” Anna quickly said, “Create a diversion.”

“But… why?” Ryan asked. It was a perfectly reasonable question about a very unreasonable request.

“Do you trust me?” Anna asked. She was unconsciously mirroring the words Ryan had said to her so many times.

“Of course.” Ryan replied.

“Then when we get near the big sign do something to get everyone’s attention.” Anna said through her fake smile for the cameras.

Ryan didn’t reply as they continued to slowly amble around the area. In the stroller Jane was looking rather bored but she was too obedient to say anything. As they walked around until they were level with the sign Anna kept waiting for something to happen. She didn’t know if it was even possible to cause the diversion she needed, and her hopes were dropping as they were seemingly walking away. Just as it all seemed lost Ryan moved over to a wall near a store and looked at Anna for a moment. They met eyes before he leaned heavily against the wall.

As soon as Ryan’s elbow hit the wall an alarm started blaring throughout the whole centre and red lights started flashing at various intervals. It didn’t take long for things to get hectic. People were starting to leave but it wasn’t fast enough. Anna turned to Ryan again with pleading eyes.

“Fire!” Ryan yelled. He tried to disguise his voice a little and hide that it was him speaking, “There’s a fire! Run!”

That did the trick. The people went from slowly leaving to panicking. One person started running and then another. Before long there was a tide of people hurrying towards the exit and Anna was hidden from the production crew, no one would be paying attention to her now.

Without a word she slipped away from Ryan. Getting across to the sign was harder than she imagined it would be. It was like swimming against the tide as she tried to push her way through the crowds. Every time she saw a small gap she had to dart for it and pray she didn’t run into Mr. Sawyer or any of his workers.

When she reached the sign Anna looked around desperately. She went to the first S and prayed that there would be anything out of place. She couldn’t see what she was supposed to be taking, and she was starting to panic, the longer she was away from Ryan the greater the chance she would be found and questioned.

“Nicely done.” Unlike the loud shouting going on around her this voice was calm and measured. It came from behind the S that Anna was standing near, “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come.”

“I didn’t exactly get a lot of say in the matter.” Anna replied with annoyance.

Anna walked behind the sign and saw a young woman standing there. She was short, a whole foot lower than Anna and had a bandana covering up her lower face. Her clothes were what really drew Anna’s attention. Far from the over-the-top baby dresses and onesies this woman was in an old shirt and torn jeans with a dark green jacket over the top. How she got into position like that was a mystery, but Anna didn’t have time to ask.

“I’m supposed to take something from you?” Anna said. It was as much a question as a statement.

“Yeah.” The woman had a backpack at her feet. She reached down and withdrew and package about the size of an envelope and very thin, “Do not give more than one a day. Understand?”

Anna nodded her head but in truth she didn’t have a clue what the woman was getting at. She didn’t know what was in the package, only that she was supposed to pick it up and that it would help with Jane. The woman didn’t seem inclined to give more information as she held out the package. Anna took it with a hand that shook slightly.

“You’d better get back.” The woman said.

“What if I need to…” Anna started.

It was too late. The woman who had handed her the package had put her backpack on and quickly walked away in the opposite direction to the rest of the crowds streaming from the exit. Anna remained where she was for a second holding the package in her hand until she realised what she was doing.

Just as she emerged from behind the sign the alarms suddenly stopped. A voice over the PA system announced that it was a false alarm and for people to continue their shopping. As the chaos came to an end Anna was still a long way from Ryan and holding something she definitely wasn’t supposed to have. If she was caught with the envelope, she could only imagine bad things happening. Being dragged off to Finishing School and forced to give up the information seemed the most likely outcome. What happened after that, well, she might consider herself lucky if they killed her.

Anna had to act fast. She had to hide the small package, but her outfit obviously had no pockets. She could only think of one place to put it. Lifting up the rear of her dress Anna pulled back the waistband of her quite wet diaper and slipped the package down. The paper it was wrapped in felt rough on her skin and it was anything but comfortable but at least it was hidden and not a moment too soon.

“Anna? What are you doing over there?” Mr. Sawyer had seen Anna through the crowd and was walking over with a frown.

“Oh, erm, sorry.” Anna replied quietly, “I must’ve got separated in the confusion.”

“You better get back to Ryan, sweetie.” Mr. Sawyer said. His piercing eyes felt like they were boring through to Anna’s brain and reading her thoughts. She looked away and went back over to Ryan, she tried her best to act normal despite the object pressing against her butt.

“What the hell was that all about?” Ryan asked when Anna got back to him.

“I’ll tell you later.” Anna replied.

“But…” Ryan started.

“Later!” Anna hissed.

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Now that Anna has the mystery package from The Rose Resistance in her diaper, she needs to find a way to get it home safely and securely. Ryan is less than happy at the risk she is taking.

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Anna winced slightly and it wasn’t entirely because the package was poking her in a particularly sensitive place. She had been feeling the need for the toilet for quite a while. Her diaper was obviously wet, but she had resisted messing herself out there in the public space, she wasn’t going to be able to put it off forever though.

“Are we nearly done?” Ryan asked Mr. Sawyer as if he could read Anna’s mind.

“Done?” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “Of course not, we’ve still got to get you going around the upper floors.”

Anna looked up and let out a whine. There were five other levels filled with shops and shoppers, surely they couldn’t be expected to go around all of them. Anna’s legs were already chafing from the thick diaper she had been made to wear.

Regardless of Anna’s wants or needs they were taken round to the elevators near the front of the store. As Anna rode out another cramp, she saw more people recognising her. They waved but all she could do was give them a pained look before turning away. She had never wanted to be a celebrity yet alone one known for being a traitor to her gender. She saw the woman from earlier as clear as if it had just happened and shivered. That woman was right about her, she was a traitor and nothing more.

The stroller was pushed forwards and into the elevator and they travelled up to the second floor. They had to wait for the whole production crew to get up leaving Anna to just stand around feeling her need growing.

“Perhaps we should get some shots with Anna in the stroller as well.” Mr. Sawyer said, “For variety.”

There was a thumbs up from someone with a clipboard. Anna didn’t know if he was a producer or a director or whatever else. Ryan unbuckled Jane who, after so long strapped down, had a lot of energy. Whilst Anna was put in the seat a member of the team was having to put a toddler harness on Jane to stop her running off.

“Ah!” Anna exclaimed as Ryan helped her down.

The package that had been nestled in the back of her diaper poked around her. With Jane distracting most of the crew Anna reached down and pushed the package between her legs, so it was in the front of her diaper rather than the back. Ryan frowned at her but said nothing as he restrained his wife in the pushchair. It was, at least, slightly more comfortable.

“OK. Carry on.” Mr. Sawyer called out.

It was hard to say if the stroller was better than walking. Her legs were no longer chafing, and it did give the sense that she wasn’t in control so didn’t have to worry so much, but on the other side there was no shortage of embarrassment. Her dress didn’t cover her diapers like that, and she was attracting a lot of attention from passers-by. She looked more like a baby than ever, and her face was soon pinker than her clothes. The discomfort in the stomach hadn’t gone anywhere either and she started twisting and turning to try and alleviate the cramps.

The slow walk around this new level of shops was torturous to Anna. She was cramping up a lot but with so many people she was still trying to keep herself together. About halfway through the walk Mr. Sawyer decided to have the women switch around again. Jane was clearly unhappy but obediently sat back in the stroller whilst Anna stood up and nearly immediately doubled over.

“Anna?” Ryan hurried over.

For Anna’s bowels the time was up. The movement to standing up was all that was required to make her bowels push down. The package in her diaper was still at the front, and she hoped it would be safe but couldn’t do anything even if it wasn’t. Her face reddened as she let go in front of all the people walking past. Mushy poop was expelled and pushed the back of the diaper out as it filled the limited space.

Anna pushed again to completely empty herself. It was a position and situation she was sadly familiar with but that didn’t seem to make it any less humiliating for her. As she finished, she stood up and felt her skin sliding against her fresh deposit. She was cringing hard as the slimy feeling coated her rear. The smell quickly became apparent to everyone around the stroller.

“Alright, let’s get you changed.” Ryan said softly. He knew Anna would want to deal with the situation as soon as possible.

“We’ll take her.” Mr. Sawyer signalled to a younger employee behind him. Anna suspected the man was an intern, he looked a little green in the face.

Anna quickly stepped behind Ryan and grabbed his arm with both her hands. She was deliberately acting like a shy baby girl hiding behind their caretaker. She couldn’t allow anyone else to change her, not just because of the humiliation but because what she had in her diaper would probably get her labelled a traitor or something and she would be sent to prison if she was lucky. If she was unlucky, it would be into Finishing School.

“I think she wants me to take her.” Ryan said, “I should probably do it. I don’t think she feels safe with others.”

Ryan took Anna’s hand and started walking towards the bathrooms which were fortunately quite close by. Anna breathed a sigh of relief, but they had barely taken two steps when Mr. Sawyer interjected himself.

“Hold on, hold on…” Mr. Sawyer stepped forwards, “Maybe we should get some photos of this. Make a “how to” guide on changing girls or something like that.”

Anna squeezed Ryan’s hand harder and when he looked down, she thought he must’ve clearly been able to read the fear on her face. The crew were already discussing the idea and the logistics involved.

“Mr. Sawyer…” Ryan let go of Anna’s hand and walked over to where the discussion was taking place.

Anna was left alone in her stinky diaper near the stroller. She couldn’t hear the discussion that was going on a few feet away, but she prayed Ryan was making the case for some privacy. The difference could be almost literally life and death. Eventually Mr. Sawyer nodded slowly, and Ryan returned.

“Come on.” Ryan said as he took Anna’s arm.

Anna waddled alongside her husband to the women’s bathroom. In Sallas the women’s public toilets were unlike any seen elsewhere in the world. Men were allowed in; in fact, it was pretty impossible not to allow them in bearing in mind how many diapers needed to be changed. As a result, the bathrooms were larger and whilst there were some stalls offering privacy and toilets for those that had been trained the majority of the room was taken up by changing tables.

“Bring Jane.” Anna said quietly, “Don’t leave her with these people.”

Ryan took hold of the stroller’s handle with his free hand and steered it with a little difficulty. When they got into the bathroom Anna took the lead and led them over to a changing table in the far corner of the room, the place most likely to have some privacy. Ryan was about to help Anna up on to the table, but she subtly shook her head. On the changing table next to them was another woman being changed and Anna didn’t want to be that close to other people when she took out the package.

“Do Jane first.” Anna muttered as she looked around, “Go slowly.”

“I better be getting some kind of explanation for all this.” Ryan replied as he bent down to release the straps on the stroller.

Jane was only too eager to jump up out of the stroller like a child with an inexhaustible reservoir of energy to burn. Ryan helped her up on to the table and started work changing her soggy diaper. Anna stood nearby, she wasn’t paying much attention to the diaper change in front of her, instead she was looking around and hoping the nearest changing tables emptied before it was her turn. She was so distracted she had stopped being bothered by the slimy feeling in her diaper and the smell that was enveloping her.

“Slowly…” Anna said as Ryan wiped Jane’s crotch.

Ryan looked up at Anna and then back down to his task. He seemed to be getting a little irritated at being kept in the dark and Anna couldn’t blame him. Things would become very clear very quickly though.

Just as Jane’s new diaper was being taped up the couple next to them left. Now Anna was in a hurry, and she impatiently motioned with her hands to get Ryan to hurry up. He responded by taping the diaper quite haphazardly and as soon as Jane was off the table Anna was hopping up. She landed on her ass which squished and compressed the contents of her diaper, something she usually hated, but this time she barely paid attention to it.

Ryan lifted Anna’s dress to access the diaper. She was looking towards the rest of the room hoping that no one else was going to come in as the tapes were pulled off the front.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Ryan asked.

“Just hurry.” Anna responded, “You’ll see in a second.”

Ryan sighed and seemed to think he wasn’t going to get an answer at all until the final tape came off the diaper and the front was lowered. He looked down and frowned. Sitting on Anna’s crotch and mercifully free of the poop that covered a lot of her diaper was a small package. He held it up and turned it around to see a rose printed on it. His eyes grew wide and his face pale.

“What is… Are you…” Ryan seemed to be short-circuiting, and Anna could hardly blame him. This was really coming out of left field, to put it mildly.

“Put it away!” Anna hissed, “In the diaper bag!”

Ryan seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He realised that what he was holding could get him locked up for treason. It seemed like his first instinct was to get as far away from it as possible but under Anna’s direction he dropped it in the diaper bag.

“I don’t understand.” Ryan practically whispered.

“I can explain at home.” Anna said.

“You must be crazy…” Ryan looked like he was starting to panic, “Oh god, what are you doing!?”

“Ryan, stay calm.” Anna said, “Change my diaper and get us home and we’ll be fine.”

“What if they check the bag?” Ryan asked rather desperately, “These people are terrorists!”

Anna was starting to get concerned. She had thought Ryan could handle this, but it was looking like she was wrong. He was clearly freaking out. When she tried to see things from his point of view it made sense in a lot of ways, but this really wasn’t the place to be having this discussion. If anyone saw them with the envelope, they would have a tough time explaining it.

The door to the bathroom opened and some of Mr. Sawyer’s crew came walking in. Anna gasped and covered her mouth, but the sudden crisis seemed to push Ryan out of paralysis. Without thinking he quickly dropped the package into the diaper bag.

“Jimmy told us to come and get a few shots.” One of the cameramen said using Mr. Sawyer’s first name.

The rest of the diaper change was a tense affair. Normally Anna would be mortified to be so exposed in front of others but her terror that Ryan was about to lose his nerve or that the crew would discover the package overrode everything else. Being told what to do seemed to get Ryan moving again and he started the long process of cleaning Anna up. The only noise coming from around the table was the sound of camera shutters and the occasional muttered comment about the smell.

As soon as Anna was in a fresh diaper the previous one was dropped in one of the trash cans put in there for that very purpose. She slipped off the table and as her dress was pulled up, she felt a hand on her backside. It was one of the crew, a young cocky looking guy, the kind who thought he could do anything without repercussions. Anna froze. She was suddenly transported back to the party that ended her and Ryan’s stay at college. She shivered and fought the feeling that she needed to get out. Just when she thought she might explode the hand left her and she was left trembling but in control.

They headed back into the hustle and bustle of the mall. Anna could see Ryan was feeling a lot tenser but thankfully it seemed to be missed by Mr. Sawyer and his crew. At that point Anna was itching to leave. For once she got her wish as, after another few minutes, Mr. Sawyer announced they had everything they needed, and they went back to the car.

It wasn’t until they got home and shut the front door that Anna felt she could relax again. She pushed the door closed and leaned against it for several long seconds. When she turned around it was to see Ryan, who had let Jane out of the stroller, staring at her with a very serious face.

“Jane, could you go clean… something.” Anna said. She didn’t like ordering her friend to do the chores, but it seemed to make Jane happy and meant she would be out of the way for the conversation that was about to happen.

Anna nodded towards the stairs and the young couple went up into the master bedroom. As soon as Anna closed the door Ryan started bombarding her with questions that had clearly been building since the diaper change.

“What is in the package? Where did it come from? Who gave it to you?” Ryan asked quickly. But it was his last question that seemed to be the biggest one, “Are you insane!?”

Anna took a deep breath and finally started explaining everything. She told Ryan about Thorn’s call on the phone that had somehow been hidden up in the attic, she told him everything she could remember of the conversation and instructions, and she told him what was supposedly in the package. It felt good to finally let everything she had been keeping secret out.

“What if it’s a trap?” Ryan’s voice was raised, “He seemed almost hysterical.”

“I thought about that…” Anna said.

“Oh great!” Ryan raised his arms and let them fall to his side as his voice dripped with sarcasm, “You thought about it. I guess that makes it alright!”

“Ryan…” Anna started.

“No.” Ryan interrupted, “This is one occasion where you can’t just talk your way out of it. This is serious. Really, really serious. You do understand what even having the damn package in our house could mean, right?”

“I need to help Jane!” Anna exclaimed in response.

“You might’ve condemned us all to do it!” Ryan shouted in response, “Your messiah complex of needing to save everyone is only going to end one way. Look what happened at college…”

“Oh, that was MY fault?” Anna was shouting now. Her hands were curled into fists, and she was shaking, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise YOUR friends trying to assault me was MY fault!”

“You know that isn’t what I mean.” Ryan waved a hand dismissively.

“Then what do you mean?” Anna asked.

“You let your emotions run away with you, Anna.” Ryan’s voice was still raised but he wasn’t shouting anymore, “You need things to be perfect so you can’t see how good we’ve got it. Yeah, this is still Sallas but look at what we’ve got and where we are. This is as good as it gets. Do you think we’d be living in a place like this if we got out of the country?”

Anna was outraged. Partially because it was easy to say living there wasn’t so bad when it was Anna that was having to go through the almost daily humiliation but also because Ryan was vocalising something she had indeed been thinking about a lot. Sure, there were high fences surrounding the little community and Anna was subject to government ordered embarrassment but at the same time their lives were comfortable when they had otherwise been blacklisted. They wanted for very little. They weren’t free but would Anna be happier in a place where she was free but perhaps living in poverty? Could she really expect anything better than the large house in a quiet neighbourhood that she already had?

Guilt weighed against Anna’s thoughts of settling. Sometimes, when she sat in the garden in the sun, she could almost forget that she was still in Sallas. It almost didn’t matter that she was still oppressed by the extreme patriarchy when she had a quiet little corner of the world that was hers. Even the semi-regular humiliations seemed bearable when she came home to all the material goods she could want. Sometimes she found herself thinking the diapers weren’t so bad when their little family had so much.

“We don’t know what is in the package.” Ryan had calmed down a little after seeing Anna’s introspection, “It could help Jane, but it could also hurt her. I’m not saying I like that Jane is this regressed maid but… I don’t know, maybe ignorance is bliss for her. I hate to sound cold but is it worth risking everything?”

Anna remained silent. The diaper bag was sat on the bed and inside it she knew the package was waiting. She had no way to know if it was truly from The Rose Resistance or just some trap set by Mr. Sawyer to try and test her loyalty. She had been willing to stake everything on it helping her friend but maybe that wasn’t her choice to make.

“I’m sorry.” Ryan said finally, “I really didn’t mean to shout. I’m just worried and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I know.” Anna finally said quietly, “You were right to shout. I put us at enormous risk.”

Anna stepped forwards and Ryan wrapped her in his arms. She wished she had gotten out of the damn dress before having this conversation, she felt so ridiculous trying to be taken seriously whilst looking like she did. She looked up to Ryan and they shared a brief kiss as they continued to hold on to each other.

“It would be hypocritical for me to tell you what you can and can’t do.” Ryan said in little more than a whisper, “I will leave it up to you and stand by your decision but… just be careful, OK? Please?”

Anna nodded and after a final squeeze Ryan said he was going to take a shower. Left alone in the bedroom Anna went over and sat beside the diaper bag. She reached in and pulled the small still unopened package out and held it in her hands.

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It's time for Ryan's first day in his new job. The question is... what is actually going to be asked to do?

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Ryan was stood in front of the mirror in his suit. He had been waiting for this, but it was still a scary prospect. He was about to go to his first day at his new job and it was a very strange feeling because he didn’t really know exactly what he would be doing. He had been promised a government job, and a decent one at that, but he knew nothing else. It had hindered his ability to prepare for it to say the least.

The weekend had been tense. After the revelations from his wife, he had found himself feeling on edge constantly. Ryan half-expected the door to suddenly be broken down and to be arrested, that it was all a trap that Anna had walked right into. So far nothing had happened, but he was still anxious. Things had been a bit frosty between him and Anna since the mini argument, whilst they had kissed and made up he could tell Anna hadn’t fully forgiven and forgotten yet.

Ryan had found that he constantly had to bite his tongue. He wanted to ask if Anna had made a choice as to what she was going to do, he had promised to just follow her direction but the longer she went without telling him anything the more anxious he felt. It was the elephant in the room that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Ryan took a deep breath. Mr. Sawyer had said he was sending a car to pick him up and he supposed this was it. He picked up his briefcase after one last look in the mirror and left the bedroom.

As Ryan descended the stairs, he saw that the door was open, and Anna was standing next to it looking thoroughly annoyed. Ryan came down the stairs and looked outside to see a driver waiting for him.

“Right, I guess this is for me.” Ryan said, “Erm, I’ll let you know when I’ll be home.”

“Have a good day.” Anna replied.

After a small hug Ryan stepped out into the early morning sun and heard the door shut behind him. He felt nervous, this was the first time in a long while that he would be apart from Anna for any serious amount of time or distance. He walked towards the car that was waiting for him with the realisation that he had become quite dependant on Anna for support.

Ryan got into the backseat of the car and once the driver was ready, they pulled away from the curb. Looking out the window Ryan saw Anna looking through the curtains as he left. He swallowed anxiously as he faced forwards again.

“I don’t suppose you know what the plan for me is?” Ryan asked the driver.

“Afraid not, sir.” The driver replied. At least he seemed somewhat friendly, “I just know where to take you.”

“And where’s that?” Ryan continued.

“Number seven, Parkwood Road.” The driver said.

Ryan felt the butterflies in his stomach take flight. He knew he had been told to expect a decent mid-level management role for selling out to Sallas, but he wasn’t expecting to be taken to the monolithic building in the middle of Kingston that housed the most important departments in the government. It was the crown jewel of Sallasian governance. The sort of place bureaucrats and civil servants spent most of their careers trying to get to. It was the tallest and most imposing building in the city, something designed to intimidate.

The car rolled past the security checkpoint and out into the real world. Ryan nervously tapped his fingers on his briefcase as they joined the highway leading into the city. The quiet suburban neighbourhood gave way to denser streets and more traffic. The buildings got taller and instead of families he saw groups of men in near-identical suits talking on phones or walking places with purposes. If he and Anna hadn’t been kicked out of college, he would likely be one of these men by now.

They made their way towards the centre of the city. The buildings were now so tall they towered over the car on every side, but the reason Ryan was there loomed up in front of them. He swallowed nervously as the government skyscraper loomed. He wished he had any idea of what to expect. They carried on down the main street until they reached a checkpoint at the entrance of the underground car park. Ryan eyed the burly security men warily; they were heavily armed.

“Can’t be too careful.” The guard said when he saw Ryan looking at the semi-automatic rifle in his hands, “Those feminist terrorists have been busy recently. Well, I’d like to see them come here so I can give them a piece of my mind.”

The guard laughed as he held the gun up. Ryan smiled nervously and looked away, thankfully they were cleared and drove inside a couple of seconds later. Ryan really felt he was in the belly of the beast now. The sounds of the city disappeared as the tyres squealed slightly, and they ended up in a parking spot.

“Mr. Ryan Manning.” Ryan read the sign on the wall in front of the car when they stopped, “Maybe they’re giving me a government vehicle.”

“I doubt it.” The driver replied.

Ryan saw the driver smirking in the rear-view mirror. He understood the implication. He wasn’t important enough to have a vehicle, nor did they trust him with one. Along with Anna he was being watched all the time, that was something he couldn’t forget. It was the same reason they didn’t let them out of the gated community; they were to be kept in sight and controlled at all times.

“Go to floor twenty-seven. I’ll be here when you finish.” The driver said, “If you need me beforehand contact Mr. Sawyer.”

The moment Ryan had closed the door the driver was backing up the car and leaving. Ryan was now alone in the centre of Kingston starting a new job. He wished Anna was with him.

Ryan saw a few other men animatedly chatting about something sport related and followed them to discover the elevators. It was a little crowded, but he was able to squeeze inside as they started making their way up. Initially the elevator fell into a silence that was particularly awkward for Ryan as he knew all the others knew each other.

“Well, how about this…” One of the men said after looking at Ryan for a few seconds, “We’ve got a celebrity!”

“We do?” Another of the men said with a frown.

“Sure, we do.” The first man said again, “Don’t you recognise him? That’s Anna’s husband. From the commercials?”

“Oh shit.” The second man said.

Ryan turned to look at the two men who were talking about him. He didn’t know if they were being friendly or threatening, in Sallas there was usually very little to distinguish the two, especially when it came to highly competitive workplaces. He gave them a little nod and a smile. It was so easy to forget how many people had seen him and his wife plastered all over their television screens, the internet and every other place the government could put them.

“Welcome aboard.” The first man said as he reached out a hand. Ryan shook it but felt the other guy squeeze nearly hard enough to crack something, “I like the way you treat your girl.”

“Thanks?” Ryan replied feeling somewhat strange about the whole situation. Of course, what was shown to the Sallasian people was a lie, but it still felt wrong to play along. He had done that at college, and it had not gone well at all.

“Which department are you working in?” The second man asked.

“I… don’t know.” Ryan admitted, “All I know is I’ve got a job somewhere.”

Ryan chuckled nervously. The smiles on the faces of the other men had hardened somewhat, forced to remain even when the joy behind them had evaporated. They were sizing him up, like a pack of wolves when a new male had entered the territory.

“What floor?” The first man asked.

“Erm, twenty-seven, I believe.” Ryan replied.

“You lucky son of a bitch.” A third man in the corner said, “You know what’s on floor twenty-seven, right?”

Ryan shook his head but before he could ask the elevator dinged and the doors slid up to show a sleek and immaculately clean corridor beyond. Not wanting to miss his floor and end up late he stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed behind him. He looked around.

In front of him was a short corridor leading to a lobby area. There was a desk with a rather harangued looking receptionist behind it and rows of seats opposite. Ryan was surprised that a lot of the seats were taken by people who looked very agitated or upset, nearly all men but a few tearful women as well.

“One moment.” The man behind the reception desk said as Ryan approached. He raised a singer to ask him to wait as he wrote some things down on a form.

Ryan nodded and stood to the side. Around the room were several doors, some led to bathrooms and janitor supply closets but there were a couple of others that seemed to lead to corridors and offices beyond. It was from behind one of these doors that Ryan heard a sudden outburst of shouting.

“You can’t do this!” A woman shouted from behind the closed door. There was some banging as everyone turned towards the source of the sound.

There were exclamations and muffled shouts before the door suddenly burst open. Two big security men were dragging out a woman who was fighting tooth and nail to get free. It was like she was possessed as she tried to wrench herself free of the brutes.

“Help me! Please!” The woman begged at the assembled onlookers, “They’re taking me away! Oh god!”

Just as the woman disappeared out of sight through another door Ryan saw two men step through the open doorway she had first appeared from. One was an older man with greying hair and soft features and a slight frame whereas the other was younger and more muscular. The older man said something causing the younger to laugh before they shook hands and the man went down the corridor towards the elevators. The older man was turning back to go through the door when he caught sight of Ryan.

“Mr. Manning?” The man asked.

“Yes, that’s me.” Ryan said as he stood up a little straighter.

“Great timing. Come with me please.” The man said.

Ryan picked up his briefcase and hurried past the rows of seats. He tried to ignore the looks of hopelessness and desperation as he passed. He didn’t have a clue what was going on or what was happening to that woman, he felt a little ashamed he hadn’t stepped in.

“My name is Isaac Taylor.” The man said as he led the way down a corridor past other closed doors, “I am your new boss.”

“Oh, hello, Mr. Taylor.” Ryan quickly said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t told-…”

“Call me Isaac.” Ryan’s new boss interrupted, “I am in charge of the Department for Security. I answer directly to the Chief of Defence. You will be in charge of the Department of Re-Education. You will run it, and you will answer to me. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Ryan stuttered. This was a lot to take in. When his boss turned to look at him impatiently and with raised eyebrows Ryan realised his mistake, “Isaac, sorry.”

“Of course we’ve all seen you on television.” Isaac continued as if there hadn’t been a pause, “But don’t think your celebrity status will mean you can rest on your laurels. I expect hard work.”

Isaac stopped in front of a door and looked back down the hallway. He raised an arm in a sweeping almost theatrical gesture. Ryan looked back at the dozen or so doors they had passed.

“All these people work for you now.” Isaac said, “There’s two people in each office. You are responsible for them. I like to think of myself as tough but fair. If you do your work well there won’t be any problems but if you slack off, well, I can find plenty of people to take your job. Understood?”

“Yes.” Ryan said. He was feeling a bit shell-shocked. It was like he was being simultaneously welcomed and threatened.

“Great, you’ll find everything you need in your office.” Isaac said. Suddenly the warm smile was back, “Call me if you need anything.”

And just like that Isaac walked away leaving Ryan alone in the corridor. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do. He had never been in a management position and didn’t know whether he should say hello to the people working for him or get started right away. It was only when he looked at the door and saw his name on a plaque right above “Department of Re-Education” that what his job actually WAS started to worry him.

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Ryan is in his office and learns exactly what his job is about. Mr. Sawyer calls in to let him know what he expects.

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Ryan opened the door and walked inside. His first impressions were good. The office was quite roomy and very tastefully appointed. His desk was facing the door and behind him through giant windows was the skyline. He walked across and placed his briefcase on his chair as he looked outside. It was almost enough to give him vertigo but despite that he allowed himself a small smile.

It felt like he had made it. Ryan looked at the office and felt a sense of victory. The sacrifices he and Anna had made felt a lot more worth it now that he was in a suit and in charge of people. It was the place he had always wanted to be… So why was there a feeling of anxiety in the pit of his stomach still?

As a child watching his father, Michael Manning, do business Ryan had always wanted to emulate him by having a big important job as well. To start with that meant following in his father’s footsteps. Ryan really looked up to his dad in all but one respect: how he treated women. It was not at all unusual for men to be misogynistic in Sallas, it was expected and encouraged, but Michael seemed to take it as a challenge. The image of what he turned Ryan’s mother into both physically and mentally haunted Ryan. Leaving college had led to Ryan giving up on ever having any kind of powerful job, he knew what he was doing when he chose to stick by Anna, so to find himself with an office like this was both unexpected and exhilarating… And yet…

It felt like the proportions were all wrong as if in a bad nightmare. Physically the room was fine, but it just felt off. His joy at getting a powerful job was tempered by what it had cost to get there. He thought of Anna at home and felt guilt flooding through him. She had as much choice in everything as Ryan and yet whilst she was at home stuck in diapers and clearly not happy Ryan had the reward. No wonder Anna had been talking to those… “questionable elements”, as Mr. Sawyer would call them. Ryan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Thinking about what could happen if she was caught made his stomach turn.

Ryan shook all these deep thoughts from his mind and sat down at his computer. He had been hired to do a job and that was what he planned to do. He turned on the computer and was faced with a log in screen. He hadn’t been told of any password he would need so he started looking through drawers to see if a note had been left for him, he found one in the top right drawer. Ryan pulled it out and nearly fell backwards off his chair.

“We can help.” The note said and then underneath it, in a deep blood red ink, was a picture of a rose.

Ryan was shaking. He had no idea how a member of the resistance could’ve possibly got a note in this desk, but he couldn’t pretend it was from anyone else. He stared at it as his mind ran through a thousand different computations. There was a knock at the door and in a panic, Ryan ripped the note up several times and dropped the shredded pieces in the trash can.

“Erm, come in.” Ryan called out.

The door opened and a young man walked in. He had fiery red hair and a swagger to his step that most young men adopted. He came up to the other side of the desk and Ryan stood up to hold out his hand.

“Collins.” The visitor said, “Wayne Collins.”

“Hello.” Ryan replied, “I’m Ryan Manning.”

“I know.” Wayne replied as he sat down in the chair opposite, “I saw the sign on the door.”

“Oh, of course.” Ryan let out a nervous laugh and sat down in his seat.

“Just thought I’d introduce myself and welcome you to the Department of De-Education.” Wayne said with a smirk.

“De-Education?” Ryan repeated, “I thought…”

“Yeah, you know, I applied for the job you’ve got. I’ve been in this department for three years and yet they passed me over for you.” Wayne shook his head, “I get it. You played the game and got in with the right people. I have to commend you for that.”

Ryan listened in silence. What Wayne was saying would sound almost bitter if he wasn’t delivering it with a smile. He seemed to genuinely think Ryan had orchestrated the whole situation that led to him sitting behind the desk when the truth was that Ryan had never had a choice. When he didn’t say anything, Wayne continued.

“Anyway, old Taylor told me to give you the explanation of what we do here.” Wayne said, “It’s the cushiest job there is. We get reports of men wanting to send their women for re-education, we just have to make sure the boxes are all ticked, and the all the forms are in order then we stamp approved and move on to the next one. Then they get sent up to the boss, which is you, to look over and give final approval. Once you say everything is in order it goes up the chain and the nearest Finishing School gets a new student. Honestly, sometimes the work is done by midday and then we’re just waiting for home time.”

Wayne laughed. Ryan smiled but inside he was feeling even worse than before. Obviously, the Department for Re-Education was going to include the dreaded Finishing Schools, but he hadn’t imagined his job would be solely to give the final say on sending those poor women to such a horrible fate. He shuddered as the woman being dragged out of the office on his way in became an even more desperate and sinister scene.

“What did these girls do to be sent off?” Ryan asked.

“Who cares?” Wayne shrugged. “There is an “official” list of things that get the girls sent off but honestly, we just stamp it through no matter what it says. Hell, the other week I had one that just said the husband was bored of his wife!”

“And you… sent her away?” Ryan asked.

“Yep.” Wayne stretched in his seat, “Listed her as having a bad attitude.”

Wayne laughed again but Ryan was feeling increasingly unwell. He now saw that this was a sick joke being played on him. The government knew exactly how he felt about women’s rights; they had got him on Anna onside by promising him a job and now they had left him as the executioner.

“Let me give you a word of advice before I go…” Wayne leaned in with elbows on the desk, “I’ve read your file. I have a friend over in Records that sent me a copy, and I’ve seen the black marks on it. Don’t go growing a heart and trying to hold up the process or rock the boat, OK? We’re expected to just pass everything. If our clearance drops to ninety-nine percent, we get the men in suits asking questions.”

Ryan didn’t know what to make of Wayne. His last comments seemed very earnest and if he was honestly after Ryan’s job the warning didn’t make sense. Perhaps he was just trying to protect his own cushy position and didn’t want the scrutiny. He stood up and held out his hand again prompting Ryan to follow suit.

“If you need any help, I’m just down the hall.” Wayne said.

“Oh, erm, actually…” Ryan gestured towards the computer, “It’s asking for a password and…”

“Try “password” all lower case. Yeah, security is real tight here…” Wayne said sarcastically. He gave Ryan a small nod and then left the room.

Ryan sat back down and, indeed, was now able to log in. He immediately saw he had plenty of systems and things he would have to use, and he doubted that he could expect much help. Asking for help in Sallas was a sign of weakness, after all.

By lunchtime Ryan was getting the hang of everything, and the reality of his job was setting in. He had his head down and his forehead against the edge of his desk. Once he had found the forms, he was supposed to give final approval to he opened the first one and then quickly closed it again.

“Bastards…” Ryan muttered under his breath.

The digital forms were soul crushing. They would have the name of the poor woman who was being sent away next to a picture. Normally they looked terrified, and Ryan could hardly blame them. There would be basic information like height, weight, and level of continence. Then there would be a section to detail any “enhancements” the women had received, whether surgical or otherwise.

At the bottom of the form was the box to put the reason the man was sending their woman away. It made Ryan’s blood boil. The number of women who had committed actual crimes or anything warranting punishment was very low, not that there was any crime that warranted the torture of Finishing School. Ryan had seen what even a relatively short stay could do when he looked at Jane.

“Refused to clean the house.”

“Was talking to another girl.”

“Talked back.”

The smallest infractions were leading to these poor women having their humanity stripped away. Ryan could see the electronic signatures of the people he was in charge of, he was supposed to affix his own name and then click “complete”, but he knew what that meant. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Ryan picked up the phone feeling anger coursing through his veins. He was having to restrain himself from flipping the whole desk over as he dialled a number. It rang twice before being picked up.

“Hello?” Mr. Sawyer’s voice pushed Ryan over the edge.

“Is this your idea of a god damn joke?” Ryan demanded, “You motherfu-…”

“I see you’re having a good first day.” Mr. Sawyer replied. Even over the phone the smarminess in his voice came through, “But you seem upset, is something the matter?”

“You know exactly what the matter is!” Ryan hissed, “You have me doing this barbaric crap!”

“I promised you a job within the government and I have delivered.” Mr. Sawyer’s calm voice only infuriated Ryan further, “I’m sorry if it is not to your liking…”

“You know how I feel about all this.” Ryan growled, “You put me here on purpose. Is this just something you find funny or do you get off on pushing people to their limit.”

“Mr. Manning, you really should calm down.” Mr. Sawyer said.

“To hell with you and the deal!” Ryan shouted, “Cancel everything! I’m not doing this!”

“Mr. Manning, I would kindly ask you to remember who you are talking to.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice had grown somehow calmer and yet the effect cowed Ryan slightly, “A deal is a deal. You have been upholding your end, and I am upholding mine. You will continue to do the work assigned to you like a good little boy.”

“And if I refuse?” Ryan asked. The fury was still there but now it was half-hidden by fear.

“Then you will be breaking the terms of our agreement, and I will be forced to take matters further.” Mr. Sawyer replied simply and without hesitation.

Ryan’s lips curled with anger. The threat was clear. Breaking the terms of the agreement would result in the same penalty as if they had never agreed in the first place. Anna would be taken away and Ryan would be lucky if he didn’t disappear in a similar manner.

“I’d kill you before I let you take Anna.” Ryan said in a deep low growl.

“Whilst I find your attachment to Anna somewhat curious and, dare I say, sweet, I have to remind you of the physical realities of our situation.” Mr. Sawyer batted the threat away as if it were an annoying fly, “That being you are currently miles away in a tower surrounded by people who report to me and can tell me exactly where you are at a moment’s notice whilst I… Well, I’m a lot closer. I can have Anna taken away and make her forget who you even are before you even get home.”

Ryan remained silent. His hand was squeezing the phone so tightly he was surprised it wasn’t shattering. Of course, Mr. Sawyer was right. He held all of the cards and Ryan had no choice but to go along with the game.

“Do we have an understanding?” Mr. Sawyer asked after a few seconds.

“Yes.” Ryan finally spat out.

“That’s good. I would hate what has started out as such a fruitful relationship to sour so quickly.” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “You two have been big hits after all. So, are you going to stay and do your work?”

“Yes.” Ryan said again. The anger was now replaced by despair.

“Wonderful.” Mr. Sawyer said happily, “I hope we’re able to put all this unpleasantness behind us because we are going to be seeing a lot of each other, I’m quite sure of it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Ryan was slumped in his seat. The fury had turned to a frustration with a situation he could do nothing to change. He brought up the first file he had seen that morning again. A woman he had never met and would most likely never meet. She smiled in the photo, but her eyes betrayed a fear she wasn’t allowed to show. Her crime had been to scratch her husband’s car when cleaning it, her punishment was to be a complete re-education. It was the same thing his mother had gone through. It being the first file he saw was almost certainly not a coincidence.

“Mr. Manning?” Mr. Sawyer said after the silence had stretched on for several seconds.

“Fuck you.” Ryan finally said before slamming the phone down.

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Whilst Ryan is at work, Anna is trying to complete a difficult task of her own. In the afternoon she receives a visitor and doesn't have Ryan to help with what happens next. 

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“Come on… I know you know this.” Anna said as she sat on the floor in front of Jane repeatedly prodding a children’s schoolbook.

Jane shrugged her shoulders. She was barely even looking at the book Anna was so insistently trying to draw her attention to.

“I know they made this hard for you but think really hard.” Anna almost pleaded.

It was a simple sum. Something any woman no matter how meagre their education would know. Jane looked down at it as if she was concentrating really hard. Anna watched and hoped that somewhere in that brainwashed head a spark would ignite, and she’d get the answer. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed as Jane shook her head.

“Can I go clean now?” Jane asked.

Anna slowly nodded her head. Jane had been very fidgety and clearly didn’t want to be trying to do the basic math, now she jumped up excitedly and hurried away seemingly excited to do her chores. Anna closed the workbook and slowly stood up, something made difficult due to the hated diaper between her legs and the puffy dress.

After trying to teach Jane for the best part of a week she was pretty sure no progress was being made. It wasn’t just that Jane didn’t know the answers to these things, it was as if she didn’t WANT to know the answers. There seemed to be a part of her brain that rebelled at the very concept of answering the questions Anna was giving her. The knowledge must’ve still been in there, but it was locked behind a door neither Jane nor Anna had the key for. It didn’t seem like Jane even knew where the door was, let alone the key.

There was an ulterior motive for giving up the attempt at teaching Jane when she did. Anna waddled out of the living room and up the stairs towards “her” nursery. As she reached the top of the stairs she let go of her bladder and immediately started soaking her diaper. It was distressing how easily she’d slipped back into using the dreaded underwear, but she comforted herself with the thought that she really didn’t have a choice.

Anna went to the nursery she only spent time in to change herself and got the supplies out. She pulled her dress off; there was no way she was going to be able to do this with so many frills in the way and then got to work.

As soon as Anna was in a fresh diaper and re-dressed, she looked over to the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. She walked over with all the expected crinkles and swishes before pulling open the top drawer. At the back, still in its envelope and hidden underneath some crisply folded diapers was the package she had retrieved at the mall. She bit her lip knowing how risky it was. She had no way of knowing for sure it had really come from Thorn, it may well have been a test from the government and do nothing or possibly even harm Jane.

Anna opened the lumpy envelope and inside found a little wooden box engraved with a rose on the top of its lid. She shifted the small metal clasp on the case and opened it to reveal several syringes filled with pink liquid. There was a note on the underside of the lid.

“Give Jane one a day.”

Anna took one of the syringes and held it up. She really didn’t know if she could do this. If it did something to harm Jane, she wasn’t sure she would ever forgive herself. The logical side of her knew the risks but the emotional side, the one that often won out in these internal battles, said she had to get Jane back. Anna remembered how scared Jane was about being sent away, there was no way her friend would want to be like this. If the old Jane was still inside her somewhere Anna felt like she had a duty as a friend to try and help it out.

Keeping one of the syringes, Anna put the rest in the box and buried them at the back of the drawer again. She walked back downstairs feeling nervous. Jane was in the kitchen bent over and scrubbing the oven. She had donned her short maid dress which did very little to hide the wet diaper underneath. Anna stood at the entrance to the room with the syringe behind her.

“Jane?” Anna said.

Jane didn’t seem to hear Anna as she continued to scrub the cooker. Anna wondered again if she shouldn’t just forget the whole idea. She had always been told the effects of Finishing School were permanent, that there was nothing anyone could do to a mind that had been broken in that way but now she was trusting someone she had never met who said the opposite. It was exactly what she wanted to hear though. If she could get Jane back it almost felt like any risk was worth it. Surely, no matter how bad the Sallasian government were, they wouldn’t set this up for Anna to hurt her only friend… would they?

“Jane… Can I have a word?” Anna asked.

“But I’m cleaning!” Jane whined without taking her head out of the oven. She spoke like a child desperate not to be taken home from their friend’s house. After all the attempts to teach Jane earlier Anna guessed the regressed woman was scared she would try to do that again.

“It’ll only take a second.” Anna replied.

Jane walked backwards until her head was free of the oven then she turned to face Anna with an impatient frown. She walked across the room and waited. Anna’s fingers clenched around the shot as she bit her lip, she still didn’t know what she wanted to do.

“Jane, do you like being like that?” Anna asked.

“Like what?” Jane replied.

“Like a baby.” Anna said, “Doing all the cooking and cleaning. Don’t you want to do other things in life?”

“Like what?” Jane said again. Her head tilted to one side. It was like she couldn’t think of anything she would be than exactly as she was.

“I don’t know…” Anna shrugged her shoulders, “Get a job, have hobbies, travel…”

“Silly!” Jane giggled, “We can’t do any of that stuff! That’s for men!”

Anna couldn’t say for sure if that was just the regression speaking. Women in Sallas had it drilled into them that they were worth less than men and before her regression Jane hadn’t known any better. It made Anna angry all over again. She couldn’t let Jane continue to live this pathetic life, not when she could be so much more. Anna brought her arms around to her front and looked at the pink liquid again.

“Turn around.” Anna said quietly.

Ever the obedient servant Jane did as she was told without question. Anna walked forwards and bent Jane over causing the regressed woman to giggle and shake her padded butt. Anna brought the syringe forwards with a trembling hand.

“This might sting a little bit.” Anna said.

“Huh? OW!” Jane exclaimed.

Anna pressed down on the plunger and watched the pink liquid disappear into Jane. She had chosen a spot on the side of her leg just next to her diaper. The woman on the other end immediately jumped and as soon as the needle came out of her, she reached around to the injection site as her lip trembled. She looked at Anna as if she had been betrayed.

“Look, Jane, it’s for…” Anna started.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Jane exclaimed as she broke into loud sobs that wracked her whole body.

“What’s wrong?” Anna asked. She suddenly felt very scared that her worst fears were confirmed. That the syringe had been a trick and she had just caused her friend great pain.

Jane practically screamed as she hopped from one foot to the other. Anna looked down at the injection and wondered what she had done. She started thinking she had just killed her friend. What should she do? Could she phone for an ambulance? Jane was bawling and looked to be in great pain. Anna dropped the syringe and put her hands to her head. She was starting to hyperventilate.

“You hurt me!” Jane cried out between great sobs.

“W-What?” Anna replied with a face twisted by concern.

Jane turned around and pointed to where the injection had been made. There was a tiny red blot of blood where the needle had gone in. She looked from the blood to Anna and back.

“Owwie!” Jane exclaimed.

“That’s it?” Anna asked. Relief was washing over her like a cold shower, “It’s… It’s just the shot?”

Jane nodded her head tearfully. Anna took a deep shaky breath and leant against the counter feeling equal parts ecstatic and angry at being made to think she had done something to really hurt her friend. She couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as she covered her face with her hands for a second.

“Alright, let’s get you a Band-Aid.” Anna said as she opened the drawer next to the sink that contained their medical stuff.

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Anna watched Jane carefully. She had been watching her closely for any signs of recovery but so far nothing had happened. Jane seemed as obedient and subservient as ever much to Anna’s frustration.

It had been two days and with each one Anna had given Jane another shot. She hadn’t told Ryan what she was doing just because she was worried about what he would say. He had been left very distracted from work. Despite Ryan saying everything was fine and that there was no problem, Anna knew him enough to know he was lying. As soon as he came home from work each day, he went straight up to bed saying he was tired. It meant Anna was left trying to deal with everything at home but that wasn’t too bad, it gave her more time to observe Jane.

It was just after Ryan had left for work on that particular morning and just after Anna had administered another injection on Jane that the doorbell rang. Anna was confused; they didn’t get visitors and were still ignored by all of the neighbours. Anna looked through the spyhole and gasped as she saw Mr. Sawyer standing outside with the usual fleet of cars. She slowly and cautiously opened the door.

“Ryan isn’t here…” Anna said immediately.

“Hello to you too.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “I know he isn’t here, but it is time for you to earn your keep. Get Jane and bring her out here. You have five minutes to get ready.”

“But…” Anna said.

“Time is ticking.” Mr. Sawyer tapped his watch dramatically.

Anna glared at Mr. Sawyer before closing the front door in his face. She turned around and hurried into the kitchen where she found Jane polishing some already near-perfect surfaces. Taking her hand, she hurriedly pulled Jane upstairs to get her ready.

Four minutes and forty seconds later an out of breath Anna opened the front door again. Mr. Sawyer was still waiting, and he smiled as he saw the two women dressed in their best dresses with thick diapers underneath. Anna was sweating slightly from the speed she had been forced to move at but also because she didn’t like not having Ryan there to protect her. Anna and Jane stepped out of the house and followed Mr. Sawyer to the car.

“Where are we going?” Jane asked.

“For a fun day out.” Mr. Sawyer replied as if he were talking to an actual child.

“But my chores…” Jane said as she turned her head back towards the house.

“They’ll be there for you when you get back.” Mr. Sawyer said.

Anna didn’t say anything because she had noticed something that hadn’t been picked up by anyone else. Jane had just spoken up of her own free will. She wasn’t going to say Jane never spoke without being spoken to, but it was a rare thing, and Anna was sure she would never have been so forward to a man like Mr. Sawyer. Was it her imagination just trying to see improvements in her best friend or something else?

Anna and Jane were both strapped into car seats before the vehicles pulled away from the curb. As they left the gated community Jane started asking more questions whilst Anna just stared in surprise.

“Is Ryan coming?” Jane asked.

“No, he’s working today.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “He has a very important job.”

“Doing what?” Jane was like a small child who needed answers to everything.

“I’m sure Anna can tell you.” Mr. Sawyer said as he turned in the front passenger seat to look back at the women.

Faces turned to Anna, but she had no answers. She didn’t know what Ryan did, he hadn’t told her anything. She shook her head to indicate she didn’t know, and Mr. Sawyer’s face broke into a wide smile.

“Oh dear.” Mr. Sawyer said with humour in his voice, “Well, I can’t say I blame him.”

“What does he do?” Anna asked quietly.

“It’s not my place to say.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “And it’s not your place to know.”

The car carried on driving and Anna stared out the window lost in thought. She saw all the familiar sights of Sallas. Women being pushed in strollers, pulled along on leashes or otherwise made to look foolish. She knew that compared to ninety-nine per-cent of women out there she was well off. Not for the first time she wondered if she wasn’t being ungrateful or expecting too much when she complained.

They stopped at a red light and Anna saw a homeless man sitting in front of a shop window and begging for change. Most people that walked past just quickened their step and ignored him. Compared to him, Anna had it made. She lived in a spacious house and really wanted for nothing; everything could be provided for her. Wasn’t that enough?

“Here we are.” Mr. Sawyer said as the car turned into a small car park on the edge of a large green park.

Mr. Sawyer and his employees all started to leave their cars whilst Anna and Jane waited to be let out of their seats. The men seemed to be discussing something which was giving the women a little bit of alone time. Anna looked over to Jane to see she was wincing. Her hand went up to her forehead and she looked like she was in some pain.

“Jane?” Anna said with concern, “Are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know…” Jane grunted.

As fast as whatever headache seemed to come on it passed. Jane brought her hands down from her face and looked around for a second before the rear doors opened and the two women were let out of their child seats.

The two women were put in their harnesses and attached to their toddler leashes. It was horrendously demeaning to Anna but something she was becoming horribly familiar with. She was distracted by Jane though, the sudden pain she had experienced worried her and now she looked a little out of it and confused.

“Alright, I want footage of the girls walking over to the picnic area.” Mr. Sawyer said as he started directing the camera crews.

The morning was taken up with this set-piece picnic. Everything was closely directed from the girls walking over to the blanket hand-in-hand to the very public diaper changes they were forced to receive. Anna was prepared to be there the whole day so when the picnic was packed up at lunchtime, she was pleasantly surprised. Compared to previous outings it hadn’t even been particularly humiliating. At least, she was until they got back to the cars.

“OK, reset and get ready to go again.” Mr. Sawyer called out, “Fifteen-minute break.”

“Again?” Anna asked, “But… why?”

“That was for the international audience.” Mr. Sawyer explained as if it was obvious, “Now we need to film a version for domestic consumption.”

“What’s the difference?” Anna asked warily.

“You’ll see.” Mr. Sawyer smiled, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’ll be home in time to welcome Ryan back.”

Anna glared at Mr. Sawyer as he turned away. At least she and Jane were left mostly alone for their lunches. Jane required Anna to help feed her because she absolutely refused to do it herself but otherwise it was a fairly pleasant little break in the back of an otherwise empty car.

“Are you feeling alright?” Anna asked as they finished up.

“Uh huh.” Jane said.

“Not had any more headaches or anything?” Anna continued.

“Headaches?” Jane repeated with confusion.

“Yeah, you had one when we first got here…” Anna said slowly.

Jane looked confused again. She had a far off look in her eyes as if trying to remember something that happened years ago. She frowned but didn’t otherwise respond.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Mr. Sawyer called out causing everyone to look his way, “Let’s get to work.”

Anna and Jane were hurried out of the car and the difference between the international and domestic versions of this trip were immediately apparent. There were no harnesses or leashes, in their stead was the large twin stroller that Anna had experienced before. She was still processing what she was saying when a pacifier was pushed into her mouth by an intern.

“Mr. Sawyer’s orders.” The intern said as he gave Jane a similar pacifier, “He says to keep them in or else.”

Anna glared at the young man as her cheeks blushed. Jane accepted the pacifier with a lot more cheer. It was quickly becoming apparent that the government wanted to provide the citizens of Sallas with a much more infantilised picture of women than the international audiences got. The two women were instructed to get into the stroller and were tightly strapped in as the cameras got into position.

“For someone who assures me they aren’t a baby you sure do pout a lot.” Mr. Sawyer muttered smugly as he tightened the straps that held Anna down.

“’uck you.” Anna said around the pacifier. Her speech muffled and distorted by the mouth-filling teat.

“Careful.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice dropped, and the warning was clear, “Believe me I would be happy to take you straight to Finishing School and making you compliant permanently.”

Anna contented herself with just glaring as Mr. Sawyer strapped her in extra hard. The two women were then pushed away from the cars and filmed yet again. This time they didn’t go to the place they had their picnic but instead to the playground. Anna groaned but having experienced this all once before it wasn’t like she didn’t know what was coming.

Indeed, despite the afternoon being humiliating it was virtually a repeat of what had happened before it didn’t feel any easier. Anna spent the whole time worrying about Jane who was looking increasingly confused and anxious. By the time they were taken back to the car Anna was soaked, and she was sure Jane was the same way, it didn’t seem like the men wanted to deal with that though, they were going to leave it to Ryan.

“You girls have been so good I think we’ll stop for ice cream.” Mr. Sawyer said as he closed the door on the two women in their child seats.

Anna spat the pacifier out and let it tumble to the floor of the car. She’d been forced to have it in her mouth all afternoon and now her jaw was aching. She would’ve much preferred to head straight home.

“Ah, my head…” Jane grimaced in pain again.

“Jane!” Anna tried to reach over but she was too far away, “What’s wrong?”

“I… I remember…” Jane was muttering in between groans of pain, “We were… at college?”

Anna’s eyes grew wide, and she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted to encourage these memories but with the driver coming over she didn’t want anyone to find out something strange was going on. Jane’s headache seemed to pass as she looked up again. Her face was as white as a sheet and was looking around like she had no idea where she was.

“Jane… Stay calm.” Anna said as seriously as she could, “You’re OK. We can talk about this at home.”

“But… Paul…” Jane swallowed as she said her ex-husband’s name, “He… We…”

“It’ll be OK, Jane. I promise.” Anna hurriedly said. She looked out the window and saw the driver just feet away from the car, “Just please stay calm. It’s very important, OK?”

That seemed to get Jane’s attention. Even though she was clearly freaked out by her apparently returning memories she suddenly looked at Anna and nodded. It was an instruction. Her obedience had been brainwashed into her and no matter what she was actually feeling being told to stay calm made her do so.

The front doors opened, and the two men got in the front seats. Anna kept an eye on Jane as they drove towards home hoping that her friend could keep it together long enough. On the surface she looked calm, but it was clear that just scratching the surface would reveal the turmoil underneath.

The journey was interminable. They did indeed stop for ice cream but as Anna absent-mindedly licked hers Jane continued to stare dumbly ahead as the frozen treat melted and ran down over her hands. It looked to Anna as if her friend had short-circuited.

When they finally got home Anna was thankful that Jane had remained silent the whole time. The two women were walked up the garden path to the front door of the house. Before Mr. Sawyer’s henchmen could knock, the door flew open to reveal Ryan standing there in his work clothes, he looked a little frantic and Anna assumed no one had told him the women were required that day.

“What’s been going on?” Ryan asked immediately.

“We needed your girls for some work.” A rather brutish employee of Mr. Sawyer replied, “Don’t worry we’re returning them unharmed. They were good little girls for us.”

Ryan looked at Anna who gave a subtle nod to say she was OK. Ryan pushed the door open, and Anna was grateful to be able to disappear inside the house with Jane just behind. She practically pulled Jane into the living room and immediately the mask of normalcy dropped. Anna watched her friend drop to her knees and open her mouth as if she might scream, fortunately she made no sound, instead she grabbed her head and lowered it to the floor as if in pain. Anna dropped down and wrapped Jane’s shaking body in a hug.

“It’s OK, it’s OK.” Anna repeated as she stroked Jane’s hair, “You’re safe here.”

The front door closed a minute later, and Anna was finally able to relax. Jane was holding on to her for dear life as she sobbed. The living room door was pushed ajar and Ryan stood in the doorway; he looked very concerned when he saw the scene.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked quickly as he walked inside and knelt down, “What’s going on?”

“She remembers.” Anna said.

“He sent me away!” Jane suddenly shrieked, “To… to…”

“It’s OK.” Anna said again, “Just let it all out.”

Anna remained on the living room floor with her best friend and husband for an hour without anyone saying anything. Jane alternated between crying and speech that was incomprehensible. Remembering her horribly abusive marriage must’ve been hard enough but if she was remembering the Finishing School as well then Anna could only imagine what she was going through. Slowly she calmed down, her death grip on Anna relaxed and she fell on to her side where she curled into a ball. She looked exhausted and closed her eyes.

“How did this happen?” Ryan asked Anna quietly.

Anna bit her lip and looked away.

“Did you give her the injection?” Ryan asked with some shock.

“Look, I know it’s risky but-…” Anna started.

“Are we sure that was a good idea?” Ryan asked as he looked down at Jane in the fetal position.

“I didn’t know what else to do!” Anna replied.

Ryan didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Anna had been with Ryan for long enough that she could see past his poker face at what was happening within. He thought it was too risky, that the potentially harmful effects outweighed any positives. Jane’s reaction seemed, to him, to confirm he was right. Anna looked down at Jane, her face was streaked with tears as she laid her head in Anna’s lap. Maybe Ryan was right. Maybe ignorance was bliss when it came to living in Sallas. There was just no way to know exactly what memories Anna had awakened.

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With Jane's medication running out tempers begin to flare. Anna is determined to get Jane more help, but what cost is she willing to potentially accept? And how does Ryan feel about the idea of going all in with the mysterious Rose Resistance?

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As time wore on it was clear that Jane remembered everything from before she went to Finishing School. There was still a big black hole after she had gotten sent away and maybe, Anna thought, that was for the best. They quickly noticed that the injections wore off too, if Jane wasn’t given more doses of the medicine she slipped back into the way she had been conditioned to act and think. It seemed like the injections were either something she had to give Jane almost every day and it was either building up in her system or didn’t last long.

Anna wished she could say that Jane was absolutely fine when the drugs were having an effect but that would be a lie. There was no doubt the memories she had were very traumatic. One thing the shots weren’t doing was making Jane more independent. She was as obedient as ever and if either Anna or Ryan told her to do something she would start doing it without a moment’s thought. At least there was some golden shoots of recovery though that allowed Anna to have proper conversations with her friend.

“So… Ryan saved you?” Jane asked after Anna had told her about how their time at college had finished.

“He did.” Anna smiled.

“Wow, I never thought any man would do that.” Jane said.

“They would.” Anna sighed, “Maybe not the meatheads here in Sallas but out there in the wider world most men would help.”

“I believe you.” Jane replied, “But it’s hard to imagine, you know?”

Free of Paul and the college environment Anna could finally be open with Jane about everything. Jane sat in rapt attention as if she were a child being read a story as Anna told her about her whole life.

It seemed like Jane had been left feeling a deep anxiety. It made sense to Anna. After living her whole life a certain way, and going through several traumatic events because of it, Jane had just had the rug pulled out from under her, it must’ve felt like everything she knew had to be thrown out. Everything she saw and experienced was new and scary, she had to learn this new place in the world where she wasn’t just a slave to the whims of others.

“What’s wrong?” Jane asked one afternoon.

The two women were relaxing in the living room. Ryan was at work leaving Anna and Jane alone, they were sat on the couch together watching television. They still dressed up as they were expected to and were careful about how they acted, Anna didn’t want anyone to know Jane had been helped or that they weren’t living the “proper” way. Anna was glancing into a drawer next to the couch. It was disturbingly empty.

“We’re out of syringes.” Anna said simply.

“Oh.” Jane replied.

“Yeah, I don’t know how long the current dose will last.” Anna said.

“Can… you get some more?” Jane asked. She bit her lip briefly, “I really don’t like how I feel without them. It’s like I’m trapped in my own body, like I can’t think for myself.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Anna replied with as confident a smile as she could muster, “We’ll work it out.”

The truth was that Anna wasn’t sure what to do. She hadn’t heard from Thorn or The Rose Resistance since she had received the syringes. For the rest of the day Anna tried to help break Jane of her innate need to please. Whilst Jane was no longer suffering the most severe effects of her time at Finishing School she was still struggling with some things. If she heard an order or instruction from someone else, she would be up and doing as she was told before she could even think about it.

By the time Ryan came home that evening it was clear that the women were exhausted from their efforts that day. Little progress had been made however, and Anna was feeling frustrated. With no more shots left all this effort would be for naught and she would only be able to watch as Jane slipped back, and all the progress made was undone.

“I’m going to go upstairs… to change.” Anna said after greeting Ryan. Her diaper was only a little damp, but she wanted to make an excuse to go upstairs.

“Alright, I’ll put dinner on.” Ryan replied.

Anna crinkled as she went upstairs. She had no idea that as she climbed the steps, she was giving Ryan a good view of her clearly mostly dry diaper under her dress. She was too distracted. She had to find a way to get more medicine for Jane.

Anna walked straight past her nursery, Jane’s nursery and the master bedroom to where the entrance to the attic was. She pulled down the ladder and climbed up into the almost completely empty space at the top of the house. In the enclosed space the noises from her diaper felt much louder.

The phone was exactly where she had left it. At the far end of the attic and taped to one of the beams holding the roof up. She pulled it off and turned it on. Scrolling through to the contacts list revealed no saved numbers. She checked the call history but the only number there had been withheld. There was no way to get in contact with The Rose Resistance through this thing. Anna sighed and shook her head in frustration.

“There you are…” Ryan’s voice came from the entrance to the attic and made Anna jump so hard she nearly tripped over a loose plank in the floor.

“Ryan? W-What are you doing up here?” Anna asked as she quickly moved the phone behind her back.

“Coming to see what you’re doing.” Ryan replied as he pulled himself up through the hatch in the floor and walked towards Anna, “Interesting place to change…”

“I was just going there when I saw this room.” Anna tried to act casual. She’d had plenty of practice lying in the past and thought she was pretty good at it. Not to Ryan though, she could see her flimsy excuses weren’t holding water under his gaze.

“Come on.” Ryan said as he reached his wife, “What’s going on? We promised no secrets.”

Anna slumped and then slowly brought her hands out in front of her. They both looked down at the phone in her hand. There was silence but Anna could tell Ryan was annoyed, she could see the way his face twitched that he was trying to stay polite even though he probably wanted to shout at her.

“That’s…” Ryan started with a voice that sounded slightly strained.

“How The Rose Resistance contacted me, yes.” Anna finished for him.

“Do you know what would happen if this was found in this house!?” Ryan hissed angrily, “Get rid of it!”

“I can’t!” Anna replied, “It’s the only way I might be able to talk to Thorn and get more help for Jane.”

“All this phone is going to do is get all of us locked away and forgotten about!” Ryan said angrily.

“So, you want me to let Jane go back to being a slave?” Anna asked venomously.

“I’m asking you to be smart about this.” Ryan was showing an anger Anna hadn’t seen directed at her before.

“And “smart” is abandoning Jane to save ourselves?” Anna asked accusingly.

“Neither of us can help Jane if we are all locked up in Finishing School” Ryan shot back.

“You can’t expect me to let Jane go again!” Anna shouted now. Tears sprung from her eyes as her emotions boiled over completely, “I let her go, Ryan! I’m the reason she is like this!”

“Anna, it wasn’t your fault.” Ryan said softly, “There was nothing you could do, you know that.”

“I know that the only way I can help Jane is by sticking my neck out.” Anna said as she wiped her eyes, “It’s the least I can do.”

“No, Anna, you-…” Ryan started.

Anna let out a little squeal of shock. The phone in her hand vibrated and a second later it began to ring. Both she and Ryan stared down at it as the screen lit up. It was a withheld number again.

“Don’t answer it.” Ryan said quickly.

“But Jane-…” Anna started as she looked from the phone to her husband.

“It’s too risky!” Ryan said with a slightly raised voice, “Who knows what’s in those drugs? And who knows who these people really are?”

Anna hesitated. The phone continued to ring. She knew if she didn’t answer soon, it would cut off and she may never get another chance to speak to Thorn again. Ryan was right, this was a tremendous risk, but the medicine had worked so far. How would Anna live with herself knowing that Jane, the REAL Jane, was trapped inside the mind of a semi-regressed house servant?

“Just ignore it.” Ryan said softly, “We’ll find another way. There must be…”

“Hello? Thorn?” Anna answered the phone and held it up to her ear.

“Anna, I trust Jane is doing well.” The voice on the other end was unmistakably Thorn.

“She is.” Anna replied, “But we’ve run out.”

Anna glanced nervously at Ryan. He looked annoyed but he was making no attempt to stop this contact. Anna took that as tacit acceptance to keep going. Not that she needed it, in her mind saving Jane was as important as anything else and she was willing to take risks to do it.

“We know.” Thorn replied.

“Can… Can we get more?” Anna asked hopefully, “We have money.”

“We have our own funding sources.” Thorn replied with a chuckle, “Your money would be no good to us. You do, however, have your uses.”

“What do you need me to do?” Anna asked.

“You? Nothing.” Thorn said, “Your husband on the other hand…”

Anna looked at Ryan. He could hear the voices on the other end of the line faintly but Anna now put the phone on speaker so he could hear what was going on more clearly. Together they waited with bated breath for what Thorn was going to ask of them.

“Ryan, you work in the Department of Re-Education.” Thorn’s voice echoed around the room a bit and Anna felt an irrational fear they might be overheard, “An agent of ours was recently captured and is going to be transferred to a Finishing School to suffer the most draconian treatment available.”

Anna was in shock. This whole time Ryan hadn’t told her what work he actually did for the government. A shiver went down her spine as she heard that Ryan worked in the worst place possible. He was the one sending women to their torment. Anna saw Ryan furtively looking at her as Thorn spoke. Initially she was angry enough to want to confront Ryan, but it wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter. Prudence dictated it might be better to let it go, at least for now, if it meant Jane got the help she needed.

“I can’t…” Ryan started.

“We need you to amend her paperwork.” Thorn continued without interruption, “We need you to have her transferred to a more moderate facility and a treatment we can quickly reverse when she gets out. She has knowledge we cannot afford her to lose, and we certainly can’t have her telling the government anything.”

“But…” Ryan tried to speak.

“The agent’s name is Lynn West.” Thorn said, “Her paperwork will cross your desk tomorrow. Do this for us and more medicine will arrive for Jane and, perhaps, a way for all three of you to leave.”

“You’re not listening!” Ryan’s voice had some desperation to it, “I don’t have the autho-… Hello?”

There was a click and then the phone hung up. Anna and Ryan stared at it for several seconds before the screen went black. Talking to The Rose Resistance felt like standing in a hurricane, she had no control of what happened and could only reach out to grab at any handhold she could find to prevent herself being blown away.

Anna put the phone away but was painfully aware that Ryan’s eyes were burning a hole through her. She had hoped she could shoulder this burden alone no matter how unrealistic that prospect was but now Ryan was being dragged into it. After everything he had done for her it was surely too much to ask him to risk his job and, potentially, more doing something like this.

“This is insane.” Ryan said.

Anna turned around to see him leaving through the hatch back into the main house. She put the phone down and sighed as she wet her diaper. A change was on the horizon anyway, so she didn’t worry too much about the urine now cascading through the padding. Perhaps it was a bad way to think, that normalising this would undo progress made up until then. Anna didn’t know but right then her main concern was for her husband who was being asked to take a big risk on her behalf.

Dinner was awkward that night. No one had told Jane about the phone call. Ryan hadn’t spoken to Anna either so she could only assume he didn’t want to worry her. Nonetheless he sat in silence as he ate and then left the table without a word. Jane asked what was wrong and all Anna could do was lie and say he was stressed from work. She was sure if Jane knew the real reason, then the poor woman would say she wasn’t worth it and to not get more syringes. Anna couldn’t let that happen.

Bedtime was equally difficult. Jane was still struggling with being a fully-functioning adult again and as the medicine she had been given wore off, she started reverting to increasingly childish behaviour. That night she had asked for Anna to plug in her nightlight, and she had considerable difficulty changing her own diaper necessitating Anna to help out.

When Anna got into bed Ryan was already there. Normally they would at least cuddle for a little bit, but that night Ryan was facing away from her and completely unmoving. Anna turned off the bedside light and laid down doing her best not to be upset.

“Did you know they’ve started sending men to Finishing School?” Ryan asked in the darkness. His voice was flat, “Dissidents caught working against the state mainly.”

“I’d heard that… Wait, is that the problem here?” Anna asked as she sat upright, “You’re scared of getting caught and sent away?”

“Of course I’m scared!” Ryan swung his legs out of the bed and stood up. When he turned to face Anna, she could see how he was very angry, “This isn’t a game. If they catch me doing what Thorn asked…”

“It’s the only way!” Anna said, a note of pleading entering her voice.

“It isn’t. It really isn’t.” Ryan shook his head.

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“We’ve got it pretty good here.” Ryan said as he gestured around the room, “Yes, it isn’t perfect, but this is a nice place, you’re free to be you in private, we have a good income…”

Anna felt the words reaching her. The thoughts she had been having since they had reached this house being vocalised. She wanted to let them in, to absorb them and be happy. Part of Anna wanted Ryan to convince her that they should forget everything. A strong guilt washed over Anna, feeling not unlike the warmth that so often flooded her diaper, the strong feminist left wanting the status quo.

“What about Jane?” Anna asked.

“It’s… unfortunate.” Ryan said slowly, “But she would have a good life with us.”

When Anna didn’t immediately shut the idea down, she was shocked with herself. Was she really going to consider sacrificing Jane for this semi-charmed life? All because she was too cowardly to do what was right. But she wasn’t making a sacrifice here. She was asking Ryan to take a huge risk.

“If you don’t want to help… Fine.” Anna said, “But if you don’t try to help then I’m leaving here with Jane. We’ll make a run for it ourselves, there must be someone out there who could help.”

“That’s suicide!” Ryan brought his hands up to his head, “Total insanity! Remember when Jane tried to run? How far did she get?”

“And now you’re the one sending others to the same fate.” Anna retorted.

“That’s unfair.” Ryan’s voice was small, “I don’t WANT to be doing that.”

“But you are.” Anna replied, “Look at what they have us doing. We wanted to buck the system and be free but now I’m in diapers and you’re working for them. Giving in to what they want us to do means they win.”

There was a pause. Both had a lot to think about. Anna wasn’t exactly convinced herself, but she was having to wrestle with her morals. She’d been fighting for so long, how good it would feel to stop and just accept what she had.

“Would you really run away?” Ryan asked.

“Goodnight.” Anna said simply as she rolled over and away from Ryan. She didn’t answer him because she couldn’t.

Ryan seemed to stand next to the bed for an age before Anna finally felt him moving back under the covers. She felt bad for laying down an ultimatum such as she had, but she had to make Ryan understand how important this was to her. That said, she really hoped Ryan wouldn’t call her bluff because if push came to shove, she really wasn’t sure if she could do what she’d said. She would really rather not have to find out…

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Ryan goes to work knowing what The Rose Resistance wants from him. However, when he hears about the latest developments in Sallas, as well as something about the person he's supposed to save, it gives him reason to pause.

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Ryan was nervous from the moment he used his ID card to enter the building. He couldn’t shake the idea that everyone knew what he was doing, or at least that he was about to do something he shouldn’t. He thought he saw people watching him, but they usually just gave him a quick smile or a little nod of greeting. He had to stay calm, act like nothing was wrong and everything would be fine.

After barely sleeping the previous night Ryan felt like he was running on adrenaline alone. He had gone back and forth over what he was going to do. He wanted to plead with Anna to see things his way, to tell her that he hated the idea of Jane being regressed permanently but surely it was better than all three of them ending up that way.

It wasn’t that Ryan wanted Jane to be regressed to little more than a baby maid, but this was such a risk to take. He had only made his mind up about what he was going to do when he left the house that morning. The elevator arrived at his floor and the doors slid open for him to step out.

“Good morning, Mr. Manning.” Isaac, the man on reception said.

“Morning.” Ryan replied.

Having been working in the government building for a little while Ryan was starting to become settled. He hadn’t been used to people greeting him cheerily every morning and he had to remember that as their boss he couldn’t become too friendly with them. Though it might be more accurate to say he was the boss in name only. The real power came from Mr. Taylor and others a level above himself, Ryan had to do as he was told just like everyone else in the highly stratified society.

Ryan walked through the reception area towards his office. He tried to ignore the beseeching looks from some of the people in the waiting room, to many he was a villain, the man who sent women away, it didn’t matter to them that he didn’t like doing it when he was still rubberstamping the forms. Most men had little problem with that but for some it was a major inconvenience. Ryan still couldn’t get used to it. Men who came to the office frequently complained about their wives or daughters being sent to Finishing School not because of the terrible things that were done to them there but because they were losing a piece of property.

In his office Ryan put down his briefcase and sat in his chair. No sooner had he booted up him computer than there was a knock on the door. Before he could say anything, Wayne Collins was stepping into the room with a stack of papers.

“Good morning.” Wayne said.

“Hello.” Ryan replied. He felt, as Wayne’s manager, that he should really admonish his employee for coming in uninvited, but he was worried about trying to assert authority he very much didn’t feel he had.

“I’ve got some more work for you this morning.” Wayne said as he dropped the stack of papers on the desk, “There’s a new Finishing School opening, it’s a bit different to the others and… well, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about it.”

“Thanks.” Ryan replied with a smile that he hoped projected confidence.

Ryan had heard nothing about a new Finishing School or anything else. His employees might’ve assumed that he knew what was going on, but he was frequently overlooked. It was on purpose, he was sure of that, he wasn’t welcome there. Ryan only had this job because of Anna and the value she could bring to Sallas. If possible, they would prefer to just sit Ryan off to the side where he couldn’t cause any trouble.

Which brought Ryan right back to what he was planning that morning. Wayne soon left the office allowing Ryan to start working through the files he had to rubberstamp. Another soul crushing day of sending women away to a fate he didn’t even want to think about. He reached over to the files Wayne had left for him and felt his heart skip a beat. Ryan flicked through several of the folders, and they all had one thing in common.

“Men…” Ryan muttered.

Of course, Ryan knew that there had been some trials of expanding the Finishing School system to include men, but this was the first time it had come across his desk. The first concrete evidence that, despite the hyper-masculinity of Sallas, the government were fully prepared to suppress all dissidents no matter what gender they were.

As Ryan started reading the files in more detail, he realised they had more in common that just their gender. All of them seemed to be charged with the same type of crime. Though the wordings were slightly different he knew they all meant the same thing.

“Anti-Government Activities, Treason Against Men, Promoting Feminism…” Ryan read through more and more files.

All these men had been arrested for working against Sallas. It was enough to give him second thoughts on what he was going to do. Was it a coincidence that these files came across his desk on that day of all days? Was he being sent a message? One slightly less subtle than Thorn’s phone call. The crimes these men were charged with were often the same things he had been accused of before getting kicked out of college. Most of these men did stuff a lot more innocuous than what he was planning to do that very day.

Ryan pushed these new folders to the side as he started working on his usual workload. He had been so sure he was going to help The Rose Resistance before coming into the office but now he felt paranoid. It was always horrible to rubber stamp the transport of people to Finishing School, but that morning Ryan felt as if it was affecting him a little less than in previous days. He prayed it was because he was distracted and not because he was becoming callous about the whole thing. He didn’t want to become a person who condemn others without pity.

It was midway through the morning before Ryan turned over the cover of a file he both knew was coming and almost prayed wasn’t there. Lynn West, charged with terrorism and subversive activities, was to be sent to the most notorious Finishing School for a lengthy stay in the most severe program.

Ryan swallowed nervously. This was who Thorn had been talking about. He looked at Lynn’s picture. A young woman with a look of defiance on her face despite and black eye and bleeding nose. Whether these injuries happened during the arrest or the “interrogation” Ryan didn’t know. As he read more, he was increasingly shocked. Normally the crimes of women were massively overstated. He expected her to have done some protesting or vandalism, something that was unwise as a woman in Sallas, but not worthy of the sentence handed out. Instead, he saw something that gave him even more pause for thought.

“Attempted Murder of a Government Official.” The text read.

Ryan had been given no inkling that the woman he was trying to save was accused of such a serious crime. Thorn had given no hint to the severity of Lynn’s actions. Though if Lynn was truly a member on The Rose Resistance then the act was likely ordered by Thorn herself.

Ryan questioned if he was really going to do this. No one deserved Finishing School but if Lynn had done what she was accused of then she really did deserve some sort of punishment… didn’t she? Or maybe, when acting against an immoral regime, what was considered right and wrong changed. Ryan hadn’t expected to be given such a moral quandary, he thought he had steeled himself for what he needed to do, now he was wavering.

Pushing the file to one side Ryan started working through some of the other files. His mind constantly turned over what he had to do. He had convinced himself that it wasn’t anything too major, that he could write it off as a mistake if anyone noticed. Would he be believed? He was already considered suspicious after all.

In the end the only thing that spurred Ryan into action shortly after a lunch break that involved him simply staring at the file was Anna’s threat. Anna’s threats of running away with Jane were sincere, he had no doubt she would actually do it no matter how doomed to failure it was. That was the type of woman Anna was, it was one of the reasons he loved her… and one of the reasons she could be incredibly frustrating. The right thing, for Anna, was worth any price.

Ryan resolved himself to do what he had to do for his wife. He pulled the file over and felt his hands shaking as he looked at it. If he had known Lynn was accused of such serious crimes he wouldn’t have even considered this, but he felt committed now. All he could do was hope that the government were lying about Lynn’s crimes, it was certainly something he wouldn’t put past them.

Taking his pen, Ryan started making some alterations. Normally he would just rubberstamp the bottom of the page and approve the recommended punishment but this time he was writing in his own notes. He went through the process of changing the punishment, there was no way he could just free her, but he could have her transferred. He crossed out the name of the most notorious Finishing School in Sallas and swapped it for one that had a fairer reputation. He crossed out the harsh penalties being imposed to make it just regular regression. It was the best he could do, and he was already walking a very tight line. If Thorn wasn’t happy with that, then he was afraid he could do no more for her.

Ryan stamped the form and filed it away. His heart was hammering. The form wouldn’t be taken until near the end of the workday, in the meantime he was going to sit at his desk with it right next to him. All he could do was constantly worry about whether he had done the right thing. If he was lucky, it would be processed and filed without any scrutiny.

Work never went fast for Ryan. His job was soul crushing to him, and it was made all the worse by the incriminating file sitting in a stack on his desk. He kept looking over to it, every idle moment made him question his decision. The temptation to pull it back out and change it back was overwhelming. Eventually he had to stand up and walk away from his desk even though it wasn’t time for a break.

Ryan walked down the corridor towards the break room. He was rather surprised to find he wasn’t the only one as he entered through the door and went over to the coffee machine. This wasn’t a room he came into often; he preferred not socialising with the others whenever possible and ate his lunch at his desk. On the couch and stretched out confidently was Wayne.

“Hey, boss.” Wayne said.

“Hi.” Ryan replied.

“Tough day, huh?” Wayne asked.

Ryan froze up at the coffee machine. Did his employee know something was wrong? The drinks machine whirred to fill the silence as Ryan tried to work out how to respond. In the end all his stressed brain could do was push out half-formed thoughts.

“I… I…” Ryan stuttered dumbly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” Wayne chuckled, “I just never see you outside your office and you look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“Oh, right…” Ryan turned back to the coffee that had now filled his mug. He wished he hadn’t left his office, “Yeah, just a bit… tired.”

Wayne was usually the man to come into Ryan’s office if something needed to be communicated. The other employees were almost invisible, quiet and diligent like animals who knew they weren’t the leader of the pack. The leader appeared to be Wayne who had set himself up as the liaison. In turn Wayne was supposed to be subservient to Ryan, but the latter rarely used the little power his position granted him. It just didn’t feel right. He got the feeling this weakness, as it was seen to be by the other men in the office, had been sensed and that they were watching and waiting. It wasn’t the best environment for work to be done.

“How are you finding the job?” Wayne asked.

Ryan turned back to face the room. He thought about going right back to his office but that might be showing too much weakness. As much as he wanted to leave, he instead went round to the armchair opposite the couch and put his mug on the table.

“I’m, erm, getting the hang of it.” Ryan said, “You know, slowly but surely.”

“It’s a piece of piss.” Wayne laughed, “Just tick the right boxes and send them up the chain. Pretty hard to mess it up.”

Ryan smiled stiffly and then drank some of his coffee. It was still far too hot, and he coughed a little as the liquid burned his throat on the way down. His one excuse if he was caught was that he had made an innocent mistake, it felt like Wayne was deliberately making sure that Ryan had no excuses for what he had done.

“Hard to believe they pay us for this.” Wayne continued. He was apparently unaware of the discomfort he was causing, “Seeing some of the stuff these bitches pull I’d do the job for free.”

“Yeah…” Ryan replied.

A silence settled over the room. Ryan felt supremely uncomfortable and filled his time by drinking his coffee and hoping the situation somehow magically improved. Wayne watched him seemingly immune to the discomfort in the room. Every single breath Ryan took was second-guessed by his anxious brain, each movement somehow questionable to him. It felt like the way he was drinking his hot drink was somehow going to give everything away.

“Well, I had better get back to my desk.” Wayne eventually said, “In case the boss comes down.”

Ryan bristled a little. He was supposed to be Wayne’s boss, but it seemed clear the other man didn’t see it that way. Ryan pursed his lips in a thin smile and nodded his head. He was just glad that his employee was leaving the room.

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[Elfy]

Anna is concerned. Ryan did as he was asked and yet no help as arrived. When the re-regressed Jane starts getting upset, Anna thinks of one way to make her friend feel better.

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Jane was sat on the floor of the living room laughing and playing with dolls. She had just finished doing all the chores and when Anna could think of nothing more for the regressed woman to clean, she had been told to play. Anna watched on from the couch forlornly. Her friend hadn’t received any of the medicine she needed in several days and she was back to square one.

“Thith oneth you!” Jane said as she held up one of the dolls for Anna to see like a baby showing off a favourite toy.

“She’s very pretty.” Anna replied with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

Jane would likely need a diaper change soon. It had been several hours since the last one and when Anna had checked her an hour previously, she had already been soggy. Anna wasn’t in a place to judge though; her own padding was soaking wet. She should’ve changed a while ago, but she found it difficult to motivate herself to do, she hated the diapers with a passion and interacting them was the absolute worst.

“Still no word?” Ryan asked as he walked up to the doorway.

“Nope.” Anna replied glumly as she looked at the phone Thorn had previously contacted them on, “You definitely did what they asked, right?”

“Anna, I’ve told you a hundred times that I did.” Ryan replied wearily.

“I’m just wondering if you made a mistake or something because…” Anna said.

“I checked the computer yesterday.” Ryan interrupted with a calm voice, “Thorn’s friend was sent to the right place.”

“Then I don’t understand…” Anna’s shoulders slumped as she looked at the phone again. The screen still showed no notifications.

When Anna looked back up to Ryan, she could see that he was holding something back. He had never been good at hiding his emotions or inner thoughts. Anna raised her eyebrows and subtly nodded her head to encourage Ryan to speak up.

“It’s just…” Ryan’s hand went up to rub the back of his neck, “How well do you know Thorn?”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“I mean, how well do you know her?” Ryan repeated, “Look, she clearly has the capability to help Jane, we saw that, but what if she just doesn’t care. Have you considered that she might just be using us to get her agent safe?”

The thought had crossed Anna’s mind. She didn’t know Thorn at all. Anna could’ve literally bumped right into the leader of The Rose Resistance and never noticed. Maybe this had all been just a way to help Lynn West avoid a worse fate. Anna had thought she was smart and couldn’t be fooled by any tricks like that, she considered herself wise to deception having had to live a lie so often, but maybe her desperate need to help Jane had clouded her judgment.

As she sat in silence, she suddenly became aware of a foul smell in the air. Her first instinct was to check her diaper which remained thankfully clean. Jane was still so distracted by playing it hadn’t seemed like she’d registered any conversation happening right in front of her. Anna stood up with a flourish of crinkles and walked forwards a few steps. She leaned down and put her hand against the back of the pink onesie Jane was wearing. Pressing down she could feel the unmistakeable squishiness of a full diaper.

“Oh.” Jane suddenly said. Anna’s hand pressing against the padding must’ve been the first Jane knew about her messy accident. The stinky woman’s lip trembled as she threatened to burst into tears.

“It’s OK.” Anna said softly, “Come on, I’ve got you. Let’s get you changed.”

Anna helped Jane to her feet with a downcast expression. The regressed woman whimpered as she waddled heavily, and Anna led her from the room past Ryan who was still at the doorway. Now that she was standing up Anna could feel her own diaper sagging heavily, she was wetter than she thought. She prayed that she had just peed more than she thought she had and not that it was happening without her noticing. The thought of losing her potty training that had been so recently won was like a hammer blow to her chest.

With Anna at the top of the stairs and whispering encouragement to Jane the front doorbell suddenly rang out. Anna was thankful they were at the top so they could walk on to the landing and out of sight before Ryan opened the door. That said, she hung back a bit and leaned around the edge of the banister as Ryan answered.

“Oh, yes, come on in. You can leave the bags here and I’ll take them through.” Ryan said as she stepped aside.

Of course, it was the shopping being delivered. Living in a gated community where the people in charge clearly didn’t like you leaving made it make a lot more sense for others to bring the groceries to you instead.

“Come on.” Anna said softly to Jane as she led her to the nursery.

Anna knelt down and pulled the poppers of the onesie apart. As she stood back up, she saw Jane with tears running down her face as she seemed to be battling back the sobs which clearly wanted to get out. It made Anna’s heart break. Somewhere in there was the real Jane who was no doubt feeling terrible about what was happening and yet was powerless to prevent it.

“Don’t cry…” Anna said softly as she reached up and wiped a tear from Jane’s cheek, “Accidents happen.”

The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still sniffling sadly. It seemed like Jane was worried she had done something wrong, Anna was reminded of the family dog she’d had as a child and how it acted when it went potty inside the house. The dog had always seemed embarrassed and worried even though when it happened it was only because one of the family had failed to let it out.

The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still looking heartbreakingly sad. Anna bit her lip as she tried to think of a way to help her friend feel better. An idea came to her and although it wasn’t a pleasant one, she thought for sure it would make Jane feel a little better.

“It happens sometimes.” Anna said as she took a step back, “Look…”

Anna turned away from Jane and lifted the back of her dress up to expose the wet diaper underneath. She had second-thoughts about what she was about to do but decided she was already committed. She pushed down with her tummy muscles and squatted slightly.

For a few seconds it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen. Anna widened her legs, she didn’t feel any particular need to go but also knew there must be stuff to come out since she hadn’t pooped that day. A pressure started to build and finally she was in business. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar feeling of warm stickiness emerge from her body until it was pinched off to nestle in the back of her diaper.

Anna pushed again and this time found it easier. Several small lumps dropped out of her, and she was finally able to let go of the breath she had been holding. She opened her eyes and sighed as she felt the familiar yet gross feeling of a freshly dirtied diaper. Slowly but surely, she stood up straight again and let the dress drop behind her.

“See?” Anna said as she turned to face Jane again with a shrug, “It happens.”

For as gross as Anna felt she was grateful that she had seemed to cheer up her friend. Jane wasn’t crying anymore. As Anna waddled back over to the table, she felt the slipperiness in her diaper as the mess spread. As nice as their house was Anna so desperately missed using the bathroom. After working so hard to potty train herself it was extra embarrassing to be reduced back to doing this again.

Anna gave Jane a hug and then patted the padded changing table to indicate for her friend to climb on up. She hated feeling messy and would’ve much preferred to change herself first. Each small movement was a reminder as to what she had done. She pushed her own discomfort to one side as she pulled on the tapes and opened her friend’s diaper.

As Anna went through the process of cleaning Jane she let her mind wander. It had been a little while since she had been asked to do anything by the government, in that time she had spent most of her time looking for things to do. A lot of her time was spent “playing” with Jane, at least when the regressed woman wasn’t obsessing over the chores, and she had to admit it was nice spending time with Jane even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances.

Eventually Jane was clean and dry. Anna stepped back as she hopped off the changing table and leaned in to give her a hug. With a sigh Anna started getting her things ready for her own diaper change.

“I’ll help!” Jane said enthusiastically.

“You really don’t have to.” Anna quickly replied. Her cheeks blushing red.

Jane wasn’t going anywhere. Anna contemplated ordering her friend to leave so she could have some privacy but that seemed cruel, Jane was smiling and really looked like she wanted to do what Anna had done for her. Hopping up on to the changing table Anna tried to keep from squishing her mess around as she laid back

It wasn’t the first time Jane had changed Anna. When sent to Finishing School it seemed that Jane was both regressed and trained to be helpful in whichever way she could. As much as Anna didn’t like feeling as if she was taking advantage of her friend, she had to admit it did make diaper changes easier.

Anna stared up at the ceiling as the front of her diaper was lowered and the stink of her own “accident” joined the lingering scent of Jane’s. If Jane had a problem with changing a diaper, she didn’t let it show. She pulled a handful of baby wipes out of the tub and started getting to work.

“Anna, you’re go-…” The nursery door opened, and Ryan strode in carrying a package. He froze as he saw his wife flat on her back with her dirty diaper open.

It wasn’t the first time Ryan had walked in on Anna in a compromising position. He seemed to have a habit of finding the worst times to walk in on her. His cheeks blushed red as he quickly averted his eyes.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry. I’ll…” Ryan started.

“No, don’t worry about it.” Anna said with a deep sigh as she felt some cool wipes cleansing her skin, “You’ve seen it all now anyway.”

Anna looked over at her husband who was still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He had a half-wrapped package in his hands but whatever urgency he’d had when coming into the room had seemingly dissipated. He was staring at the open diaper still.

“Ryan?” Anna said.

“Oh, right, yeah…” Ryan shook his head and then marched forward until he was standing at the side of the table, “I was just putting the shopping away and look what I found at the bottom of one of the bags.”

Ryan held out the package and Anna took it. Just looking at the box she realised what it was. She quickly sat up, inadvertently making herself dirty again from the diaper that Jane was still working to change. She hardly noticed the renewed sliminess on her skin though; her attention was entirely focused on what Ryan had brought in.

Anna opened the lid and felt a jolt of excitement as she saw the syringes inside. The small vials of pink liquid sloshed slightly as her hands trembled. She looked at Ryan with a big smile.

“It worked!” Anna exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Ryan replied though his enthusiasm couldn’t quite reach his wife’s levels.

Anna put her hands out for a hug, but Ryan simply cleared his throat and looked down to her waist. Looking down herself, Anna realised celebrations would have to wait. She laid back down, clutching the medication to her chest as Jane started to clean her again.

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[Elfy]

Things look to be on the up, but how long can that last?

The answer is not very as Anna and Ryan receive an unwanted visitor.

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It wasn’t long until the medicine started having an impact again. Anna was delighted to have her friend back again, Jane seemed relieved to have more control over herself as well. As the days passed and nothing was said about what Ryan had done the three of them started to relax a little. Either no one had noticed what he had done, or no one cared.

For Anna it was a lot easier to accept her life in that giant house when Jane was happy and healthy. Thoughts of leaving Sallas by any means necessary quietly disappeared as the little family felt complete. Jane still needed time and work, whilst she was no longer regressed she still needed to have a lot of her conditioning broken and that’s what Anna focused on in the days after the medication started working.

Anna felt guilty but she actually started to like where and how she was living. With Jane getting back to normal everything felt a little bit brighter. She found it easier to forget what Sallas was really like as she enjoyed the amenities of the gated community. It may not have been perfect, but she had it better that ninety-nine per-cent of women in Sallas, maybe the things she lacked in terms of freedoms were also things she could live without. She was sure her past self would be screaming at her if she could see how she was thinking now.

Anna did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling of guilt about her situation. She had quickly become a celebrity, and it was almost impossible to ignore that now. It felt like every third commercial on TV featured Anna and the family, it was awkward every time it came on. The radio was the same and scrolling the ring-fenced Sallas internet was extremely weird. It seemed like every website available had Anna’s face on it.

It was impossible for anyone in the house to know what effect all the propaganda was having on the rest of the population. On the rare occasion Anna was allowed out of the community, heavily supervised of course, she certainly noticed that people recognised her now. Ryan left the community much more often than Anna, but he never talked about his experiences. He didn’t seem to like talking about what he had going on at all.

What Anna couldn’t help but notice was how some of the other women looked at her. Most females in Sallas were brainwashed to a greater or lesser extent but those few that did retain some individuality clearly hated her. The glares she got made her shrink back into herself. She spent a lot of time trying to convince herself she wasn’t a traitor and that she didn’t have a real choice, but it didn’t help her when she saw a fully infantilised woman staring daggers at her.

Anna found herself starting to crave the safety of the gated community. When she had first arrived, she had wanted to do all she could to get out as often as possible, now she tried to find excuses to stay in. She tried to tell herself it was because she was worried people would discover the truth about Jane, but it didn’t work. She knew the real reason was a lot more selfish.

It was a Thursday morning when everything changed. They had all still been asleep, the sun had barely risen above the houses, when there was a loud banging at the front door. Ryan sat bolt upright, and Anna instinctively reached out for him.

“Who is it?” Anna whispered as if she might be overheard.

“I don’t know.” Ryan replied warily.

There was more insistent banging on the door. Anna held the cover closer to her. Ryan slipped out of the bed and quickly put on some pants and a shirt. Anna had been wearing a cream-coloured shirt and a denim skirtall the previous day and she quickly threw those back on as she made her way out of the bedroom. Her diaper crinkled loudly in the quiet house.

“What’s going on?” Jane’s voice came from her nursery as Anna walked past.

Anna stopped and looked in. Jane was sitting on the edge of her crib. Although she was no longer regressed as long as they had medicine she still slept in the crib as they didn’t have another option, at least they could leave the side down for her.

“I don’t know.” Anna said, “We should probably lift this up just in case.”

Jane scooted back on her mattress as the side of the crib was lifted. As an automatic reaction Anna reached out her hand and checked her friend discovering she was soaked. When she realised what she had done she pulled her hand away and looked at her apologetically before heading back out to the landing.

By the time Anna reached the top of the stairs Ryan was at the bottom. She carefully leaned around the edge to watch what was about to happen. Just as Ryan reached the door there was another hammering that seemed to almost break the door off its hinges.

“Hold on!” Ryan yelled as he walked across the foyer.

Anna watched as Ryan opened the door. She could see over his shoulder. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was flanked with several armed guards. After a stand-off of a couple of seconds Ryan moved aside and let Mr. Sawyer in.

“This is a surprise.” Ryan said as he watched the guards walk in. They took up positions in front of the doorways around the foyer essentially surrounding Ryan.

“Mr. Manning, I’m sorry to impose on you so early in the morning. We have some rather pressing business to attend to.” Mr. Sawyer said.

“I didn’t think we had anything planned for a couple of weeks.” Ryan frowned.

“Oh, I don’t mean the marketing stuff.” Mr. Sawyer waved a dismissive hand, “No, we have other business.”

Anna felt uneasy. She didn’t like the deliberate vagueness of Mr. Sawyer. She could see Ryan was nervous as well. He seemed to be trying to act cool, but Anna recognised his anxiety for what it was. Nothing good ever came out of a surprise visit from Mr. Sawyer.

“Other business?” Ryan repeated.

“Yes, Mr. manning, other business.” Mr. Sawyer stopped and turned to one of the guards who pulled a folded paper out of his pocket, “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at this and tell me what it says.”

Anna watched Ryan take the paper and even from the top of the stairs she could see his face drain of colour. Ryan must’ve known what was on the paper to have that reaction and yet he still spent the next minute staring at it. Indeed, it was only when Mr. Sawyer pulled the paper away that Ryan looked up.

“Do you remember filling that form out?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he started pacing slowly in front of Ryan.

“I…” Ryan started hesitantly.

“Do you remember making the alterations?” Mr. Sawyer interrupted.

“Well, I ju-…” Ryan looked terrified.

“I was wondering…” Mr. Sawyer stopped his pacing mere inches from Ryan’s face, “Why you decided to make the decision to reduce the sentence of a known terrorist?”

Anna had already suspected the paper was to do with the task given to them by the Rose Resistance but now she knew for certain. Her heart was hammering. She had no idea what to do, there was no way she could help Ryan who was now looking down at the floor. There was no way for her to escape the house either, she was at the top of the only staircase.

“It… It must’ve been a mistake, sir.” Ryan stuttered, “I’m new to the job and…”

“Ah, yes, I see.” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head in understanding. He raised one of his hands and placed it on Ryan’s shoulder in a friendly way, “You are new. There’s a lot of things to learn. Mistakes happen, hmm?”

Ryan smiled weakly as he nodded his head. He still didn’t dare look up from the ground. Anna thought he looked like a puppy being scolded, it seemed her husband was one step away from rolling on to his back with his belly up. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. That kind of subservience was the cornerstone of Sallas, the hierarchy was always to be respected. Men were expected to respect their superiors just as the women were.

“It’s just a little odd.” Mr. Sawyer continued, “I looked through all of the forms that have come through your office and this is the ONLY one with a mistake. Now, I’m not a big believer in coincidences, Mr. Manning, but it is certainly strange that the one you made a mistake on was the one related to a known terrorist from a known subversive group, don’t you think?”

Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna silently begged him to fight back in the same way she would. She tried to communicate telepathically that Ryan had to fight his corner, look shocked and appalled at the accusation and show some backbone. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, Ryan remained silent and in his submissive pose. It was like he had already given up.

“Nothing to say?” Mr. Sawyer asked after several tense seconds of silence, “That’s OK, I understand.”

Mr. Sawyer rubbed Ryan’s shoulder for a few seconds before pulling his hand away. He turned his back on Anna’s husband and walked a few paces towards one of the guards. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head. The reaction from the men circling the room was instant. They charged forwards and roughly tackled Ryan to the floor where he finally and belatedly started to struggle. Anna couldn’t help herself; she let out a scream of rage as she started running down the stairs as fast as the wet padding between her legs would allow her to go.

“Grab the girl!” Mr. Sawyer called out over the chaos that had broken out.

Anna leapt at the guards from several steps up and crashed into them knocking one over. She aimed a punch at the nearest man she could find but she missed and spun around from her momentum. Arms wrapped around her torso, and she was brought crashing down on to her front. As she screamed and struggled, she felt handcuffs being put around her wrists.

“Don’t hurt her!” Ryan’s voice came from somewhere in the crowded foyer that Anna couldn’t see.

“Your devotion to your wife is touching.” Mr. Sawyer replied with clear amusement in his voice, “If only you showed the same passion for your country. If you did, we wouldn’t have to be doing all this.”

As the struggle continued Anna’s head was turned sideways and she felt someone placing a knee in her upper back and neck preventing her from moving. As she opened her eyes, she saw Jane standing at the top of the stairs looking terrified. After just a second, she turned and ran away back across the landing.

“Get them in the van.” Mr. Sawyer ordered once Ryan and Anna were both restrained at both their wrists and their ankles.

“Let Anna go!” Ryan exclaimed, “She had nothing to do with this!”

“Oh, I doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “You don’t the balls to do something like this by yourself. We know who gives the orders in this relationship.”

Anna and Ryan were roughly picked up and carried out of the front door. She was swearing bloody vengeance at Mr. Sawyer who directed a couple of the other guards to fetch Jane. The last thing Anna saw before the front door closed were the two guards heading upstairs. She was worried about what they would find. Jane was up there, of course, but so was the phone and the medication. Smoking guns of Anna and Ryan’s guilt.

Guilt didn’t seem to be something in doubt though. The married couple were manhandled towards a black van with blacked out windows. The rear doors were opened, and Anna was forced inside behind Ryan. The cuffs that restricted their movement were affixed to the sides of the vehicle forcing the couple to sit on two uncomfortable wooden benches opposite each other.

The doors to the rear of the van were slammed closed leaving Anna and Ryan alone and afraid. A couple of tense minutes passed before the engine started and the van started to vibrate. The bound couple nearly fell off the seats, only the restraints digging into them keeping them upright, as the van pulled away from the curb.

“Shit… shit… shit…” Ryan muttered repeatedly.

Anna felt a rising panic that she did her best to swallow down. She looked across at Ryan who seemed to be stuck in shock. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, but they didn’t budge at all. She was well and truly stuck.

“What are we going to do?” Anna asked Ryan urgently.

“What can we do?” Ryan mumbled, “We’re fucked.”

“There must be some way out of this.” Anna shook her head. The reality that they had screwed up and lost everything was just too big to properly digest.

“Why did I do it?” Ryan asked himself. He banged his head on the metal side of the van and looked up to the roof.

The car stopped for a second and Anna assumed it must’ve been leaving the gated compound. It was soon on its way again and barrelling towards God knew where. There were no windows or anything to give an idea of where they were going and Anna had soon lost track of all the turns they had made. She was having a harder time not sliding around on the bench, her diaper proving to be slippery compared to Ryan’s regular clothes.

“Everything is going to be alright.” Anna said rather hopefully after a long period of silent despair.

“Are you insane?” Ryan asked as he stared at his wife, “Are you actually crazy? You know where they are taking us, don’t you?”

Anna shivered. She had a good idea where they were being taken but saying it out loud was too terrifying to think about. It had happened so quickly, she had been sure that no one had noticed Ryan’s change and just when she thought they were safe the bottom had fallen out. Her diaper warmed around her without much conscious effort on her part.

“We’re screwed.” Ryan said sadly, “Completely screwed.”

Anna wished she could say her husband was being overly dramatic, but he wasn’t. If they were being carted off to Finishing School, and she had no reason to believe they weren’t, then that was it. They had lost.

The car sped down roads and bounced over bumps. Anna kept her head down as she tried not to let the despair overwhelm her in the way it clearly was taking Ryan. Her whole life had been about getting out of Sallas, about avoiding exactly what was now happening. She kicked herself for being lulled into a false sense of security in that large house.

The couple remained silent, each lost in deep thoughts about their situation, as the van continued. There was no way to tell how far they had travelled when the vehicle started to slow down. They stopped and Anna heard muffled voices outside the van. After a few seconds they continued forwards at a much slower pace. Anna couldn’t see where they were, but she assumed they had just entered the grounds of the Finishing School.

Finally, the van came to a stop. Doors were opened and slammed as the engine was turned off. Anna felt the butterflies in her stomach taking flight as she scooted away from the only exit. Ryan still had his head bowed. He hadn’t said anything in quite some time.

When the doors at the back of the vehicle opened Anna was blinded by bright lights. She felt the weight of the van shift as people climbed in and a second later, they had hooked her under each arm and were dragging her out. Another couple of guards were doing the same to Ryan.

“Get off me!” Anna screamed as she tried to twist away from their grasp unsuccessfully.

Once out of the van Anna could see they were in some sort of indoor garage. There were no markings on the walls to let her know exactly where she was. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, though judging from how she was made to kneel on the ground next to Ryan with Mr. Sawyer towering over them she felt pretty safe to say she wasn’t in a good spot.

“Welcome to your new home.” Mr. Sawyer said as he spread his arms, “It’s a shame it has come to this.”

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