Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

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Thorn has to show up soon, right?  It can’t end with them going to finishing school.

[Elfy]

Taken by Mr. Sawyer and his government goons, Anna and Ryan are at the mercy of people who don't know the meaning of the word. Where they are and what will happen next remains a terrifying mystery. 

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Anna spat on the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. With no reason to even feign politeness she let her rage show on her face. The man in the suit simply laughed.

“There she is.” Mr. Sawyer looked around as she gestured at Anna, “That little firebrand that causes all the trouble. I was beginning to think we’d stamped that out.”

Anna stared back. She was terrified but right then, with Mr. Sawyer smugly looking down at her, it was hard to feel scared. Her body seemed to pulsate with anger, if she hadn’t been restrained, she was sure she would’ve been flinging herself forward and swinging her fists with all her might.

“It’s a shame.” Mr. Sawyer walked around behind Anna and crouched between her and Ryan, “I would have enjoyed training you. If only you had found a real man, you could’ve spared yourself all this trouble.”

Anna felt a hand slip under the bottom of her dress and press her wet padding up against her. She did her best not to give Mr. Sawyer the pleasure of reacting. She failed.

“Ryan is twice the man you are.” Anna hissed.

“Oh, I sincerely doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer replied. His hand lingered on the diaper and even slipped forwards over Anna’s crotch, “Maybe one day, when you’re properly housebroken, I’ll take you home and adopt you. Show you how a real man treats their girls.”

Anna shivered but this time it was Ryan pulling to try and get at Mr. Sawyer. Mr. Sawyer finally removed his hand and stood back up again. Ana looked towards him with an intensity that could’ve set the man on fire. If he noticed it, he certainly wasn’t unduly concerned.

“Right, let’s get these two settled in.” Mr. Sawyer said. He put a hand in the air and waved towards someone behind Anna and Ryan to step forward.

Anna felt a shove on her shoulder and stumbled forwards. Her legs felt weak as she followed Ryan forwards, the diaper under her dress crinkled loudly and echoed off the walls. It was eerily silent.

“What’s going to happen to Jane?” Anna asked.

“Quiet!” One of the guards behind her responded.

“I just want to-…” Anna started.

Mr. Sawyer stopped and Ryan, directly behind him, followed suit. Anna had been looking angrily over her shoulder at the man who had told her to be silent and ended up walking into the back of her husband. Two guards came up, one either side of her, and took hold of her arms.

“Get off me!” Anna tried to shake herself free unsuccessfully.

As Anna struggled Mr. Sawyer walked around to her. He shook his head before reaching up and grabbing Anna’s cheeks forcing her mouth open. He nodded to someone behind her and before she could react something was being shoved into her mouth. She had enough experience to recognise that it was a pacifier and a strap that it was attached to was brought around her head and fastened at the back.

Anna twisted her head and tried to scream expletives at Mr. Sawyer, but the pacifier prevented all of it. She was furious and Mr. Sawyer’s smug smile wasn’t do anything to calm her down.

“Temper, temper…” Mr. Sawyer said, “Don’t you know where you are? You can’t misbehave now. Guards, if she so much as blinks wrong take her for special processing.”

Anna swallowed anxiously. Mr. Sawyer returned to the front of their little column and led them across towards a large door. Anna stayed quiet and followed Ryan in silence. The guards stayed right next to her, but she didn’t intend to do anything that would require them. She was scared witless now.

At the door Mr. Sawyer typed a code into the keypad and a small buzz let them all know the door was unlocked. Ryan and Anna were led through into a very clinical looking corridor. Every surface was white, and the bright lights made it almost blinding, especially when contrasted from the parking area they had just been in.

“Wait there.” Mr. Sawyer said to the others as he strode forwards and through a door a little further down the hall.

Anna looked around fearfully. She knew she had always been flirting with danger with the way she lived her life, but she never genuinely believed she would end up in a place such as this. It was hard to comprehend the enormity of the consequences until they happened. She thought about Jane at home, she’d just recovered her faculties in time to, Anna assumed, be dragged back to Finishing School.

Mr. Sawyer came back a couple of minutes later and the married couple were manhandled through doors at the end of the hallway. They seemed to get lost I a maze of corridors as they went deeper into the building, each white hallway identical to the last, all the doors indistinguishable from each other. It was eerie how quiet it was when Anna knew there must be hundreds of women being regressed in there.

“Take them through here for processing.” Mr. Sawyer instructed, “I think I’ll supervise this one personally.”

Through another set of doors, they emerged into a very clinical looking room. There was no warmth in there, no comfort. Everything had sharp edges and seemed to be made of steel. Anna could see diaper changing supplies underneath the scariest looking changing table she had ever seen. They weren’t alone in there either. Along with the guards and Mr. Sawyer, Anna saw a couple of people who looked almost like medical professionals. Dressed in white with disposable gloves and apron. Their stony expressions promised no comfort.

“The girl is already prepared.” Mr. Sawyer said.

Anna watched with wide eyes as Ryan was dragged forwards. She tried to free herself to help her husband but wasn’t going anywhere. She let out a frustrated exclamation as she saw Ryan being pulled forwards, he looked anxious but wasn’t resisting as much as she was. It seemed like he had already given up.

“Stop!” Anna finally shouted, “It’s my fault! I made him do it!”

“We always knew Ryan was a pussy, but I doubt even he would do what he did if he didn’t want to.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But we can ease this transition for you both. Tell me who put you up to it.”

Anna gritted her teeth. She wasn’t going to do that. Staring right at Mr. Sawyer it must’ve quickly become apparent to him that she was still as stubborn as ever. He sighed and shook his head.

“You’ve never been one to make things easy for yourself.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice was coursing with venom. He turned to the guards manhandling Ryan and nodded his head.

“Ryan!” Anna cried out.

If there was one thing Anna couldn’t stand it was feeling powerless. As she struggled vainly, she could do nothing to help her husband who was looking around fearfully. The guards started undressing him and they were none too gentle about it. Ryan’s shirt was ripped as it came over his head, pieces of clothing were thrown away as they came off until Ryan was soon down to his underwear. Clearly being fully exposed in front of everyone was enough to rouse Ryan out of his stupor and he tried to stop them from continuing, it was a vain effort.

“You can stop all this.” Mr. Sawyer muttered next to Anna, “Ryan can never go back to where he was, but you could make this so much easier for everyone.”

Anna said nothing. She had allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security with the big house she had moved into, she felt stupid for even considering it a life she would’ve been willing to lead. There was no way she was going to give up the freedom fighters in the Rose Resistance. Mr. Sawyer could do his worst.

Ryan was winded by a stiff hit to the gut that dropped him to his knees. Anna had tears rolling down her cheeks as a guard took a blade and finally cut off the underwear Ryan had desperately tried to keep on. His face burned with shame as he looked up and locked eyes with Anna.

Anna had a strong moral conviction for not giving up Thorn and the others, but it couldn’t be as personal for Ryan. She was worried her husband would lose heart and tell them what they needed to know to save himself some pain. He was a man, after all, he couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be a woman in Sallas.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ryan shook his head a little. It was very brief as he was soon hauled back up on to his feet completely naked. Anna could only watch as Ryan was forced on to the table and held down. A diaper was produced and unfolded.

This was surely the biggest insult to a man in Sallas. In a society that promoted masculinity like Sallas did, to be treated like a woman was the ultimate punishment. To be emasculated in front of others would break a lot of alpha men and Ryan, who must’ve guessed what was coming, pulled against his captors as the started slipping the diaper underneath him.

“You act like a bitch; you’ll get treated like a bitch.” One of the guards said.

Anna wished she could do anything to help Ryan. Even to run over and hold him, to tell him he was being brave, and this was all going to be OK would’ve helped. Instead, she was held back and forced to watch as Ryan, for the first time in his life since he was a child, was put in a diaper. The last tape was placed, and Ryan let his head fall back to the table in frustration and humiliation.

“Dress them.” Mr. Sawyer ordered.

Anna was hauled forwards immediately until she was next to Ryan. The dress she had been wearing was pulled over her head and discarded leaving her standing next to her husband with them both in nothing but diapers. Anna couldn’t help but stare at Ryan, it was so strange to see him like this. It was only when she saw how red his face was that she realised she was making things worse and looked away.

“She’s wet.” A guard remarked as his fingers probed Anna’s diaper much to her chagrin, “Should we change her?”

“No.” Mr. Sawyer answered, “Let her be uncomfortable. It’s best she gets used to it.”

Two onesies were produced. A baby blue one was pulled over Ryan’s head and a pastel pink one for Anna. They were popped shut between the two captives’ legs and the elastic pulled the diapers closer to their bodies. Looking down at herself Anna could see a serial number printed on the chest and the emblem for the Sallas government next to it. She felt her stomach drop; it was sinking in where exactly she was and the danger she was in.

This was a Finishing School. This is where people were broken down and made into good puppets for Sallas to use. Jane was sent here and was almost completely broken, the thought that she could end up just like her friend terrified Anna. Having her awareness locked inside of her head unable to control anything that happened to her, a prisoner of her conditioning, made her want to throw up. This was her worst nightmare, but it was somehow more horrible than she’d ever imagined. Even in her darkest thoughts she had never imagined Ryan would be there as well.

Now that they were dressed Anna and Ryan were led to a door on the opposite side of the room from the one, they had entered. Anna was behind her husband, and her eyes were drawn to the way his ass swayed side to side as he walked, the sound of crinkles filled the air. It was something she was very used, but she could only imagine how strange it must feel for Ryan.

“Take them to the Honeymoon Suite.” Mr. Sawyer barked out with obvious amusement.

The building had changed dramatically on this side of the processing room. Now they were in a cavernous room with many floors separated by steel stairs and gangways. There were hundreds of doors lining the walls. It looked like a prison. It was a prison.

Anna and Ryan were kept on the bottom level as they were marched through the centre of the hall. It was eerily quiet. In the films Anna had seen they had always made it seem like these places were deafeningly loud or that people would be shouting, maybe it was the heavy doors blocking the noise, but it was strangely quiet. The only sounds heard were the footsteps of the little convoy and the crinkles of the prisoners’ underwear.

A door in the back corner was opened with a keypad and Anna and Ryan were forced in. This wasn’t something Anna had expected, she thought they’d be separated but it seems like the plan was to keep them together. It was the first inkling she had that something was different about this place, that it might not be the Finishing School she expected.

“Get in.” A guard grunted.

Ryan was the first to go and Anna followed anxiously. She wasn’t sure what she should expect but, in hindsight, it was obvious. The room was like a nursery, if a little austere. It had all the usual accoutrements of a regular nursery whilst also looking distinctly cell-like. Anna didn’t think it looked too different to what she was used to at home. There were few toys or activities though.

“Into the crib.” The guard said.

Anna climbed in first and then helped Ryan. No sooner were they both on the thin mattress than the bars were rattling up. Unlike a regular crib these bars went up to the ceiling and presented no opportunity for getting out.

“I do hope you enjoy your stay.” Mr. Sawyer said as he walked back towards the entrance of the cell, “I always knew that you’d end up here sooner or later.”

Anna glared at the man as he left the room and the large metal door closed behind him with a loud thump. What sounded like a very large lock was turned sealing them in. Anna took a couple of heavy breaths as she clutched the bars eventually turning around to see Ryan sitting in the opposite corner with his knees pulled up to his chest.

“Ryan…” Anna said softly.

“I’m OK… I think.” Ryan said quietly.

Anna’s bottom lip trembled, and she could no longer hold up the stoic façade that she had forced into place. Alone with Ryan, locked in a crib deep inside a Finishing School with no hope for escape, she cracked. She started to sob as she hid her face in her hands. Every effort she had made had been for nought. She was in hell.

The sobs became crying which quickly became uncontrolled wailing. She beat her hands against the mattress in frustration. She had lost. Sallas had defeated her.

“Please don’t cry.” Ryan scooted over and hugged Anna.

Leaning forwards Anna uncovered her eyes just enough that looking between her fingers she could see Ryan’s onesie-clad crotch. The papery leg bands of a thick diaper appeared from the holes; the crotch bulged from the thick baby pants underneath it. It looked so strange on Ryan. She was used to seeing women dressed in such a way, hell, she was intimately familiar with it herself. To see her husband, a man, dressed like this was very strange.

“I… I should have listened to you!” Anna cried, “You were right! I was so stupid!”

“No, no, hey, come on…” Ryan said softly, “It… It was the right thing to do.”

Anna couldn’t tell if Ryan was saying that because he truly believed or if he was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t entirely sure how he wasn’t losing his mind with grief over the future he had lost like she was. It was impossible to say how long they were in that crib. There was no clock, no window to the outside world, just the inexorable and hidden passage of time. Anna did eventually stop crying leaving both her and Ryan sitting in the crib staring despondently at the space in front of them.

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[Elfy]

Ryan adjusts to the facility they've been taken to.

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Ryan was in shock. His world had been turned upside down and in one sudden sequence he had lost everything. Except for Anna, of course, who was right there suffering through this with him. He was finding it really hard to get comfortable in a situation Anna was unfortunately familiar with but to him was completely alien.

The diaper Ryan was wearing was like an added cushion between his legs. For a man to be wearing one was seen to be the greatest shame in Sallas. Nothing marked females in their society quite like the nearly ubiquitous diapers. Ryan had largely detached himself from the misogyny of most of his fellow countrymen, but he still felt that internalised shame.

Quite aside from the emotional struggle the diaper was creating a physical one as well. Ryan needed the bathroom. Not since he had been potty trained at a young age had he had to contemplate wetting himself but now he was in a situation that made it inevitable. He was trying not to think about it because when he did so he felt surges of panic.

Across from him Ryan could see Anna staring at the mattress. Her own diaper was already soaked. It had been when they came in. He felt a pang of guilt. Here he was panicking over something she was forced to put up with every day just to have the relatively nice life they had briefly experienced before it had all fallen apart. Ryan felt like he had traded his wife’s dignity for a nice house and a cushy job. There really hadn’t been much a choice in the first place, but he felt like he should’ve done more to resist or at least to support his wife.

There was a beeping from the doorway they had been brought in through and Ryan turned to see the door sliding open. He tensed up as he saw a couple of men in buttoned up white coats. They were wheeling in a trolley that was jam-packed with baby bottles full of milk.

“Alright, line up for your drinks.” One of the men said in a bored voice.

Ryan looked at Anna. Despite the tear tracks that ran down her face she had a look of determination again. He couldn’t help but admire her resiliency. The two men were holding out bottles, so the rubber nipples were poking between the bars.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” One of them said.

Ryan was taking his cues from his wife and if she wasn’t going over to drink then neither would he. The guards were clearly impatient and if Ryan was honest, he was intimidated by them, especially when he was now dressed as he was.

“Looks like the celebrities think they’re too good for us mortals.” The guard nearest Ryan said.

“Fine.” The other guard said, “You want to do it the hard way. We can oblige.”

The side of the crib rattled down noisily. Anna had developed keen survival instincts and immediately scooted as far back as possible, Ryan wasn’t as fast. His arm was grabbed, and he was yanked towards the side of the baby bed. An arm was wrapped around his neck holding him in place whilst the other brought the bottle to his lips. As he struggled, he saw Anna trying to kick and slap away the other guard’s hands.

“A man ending up like this.” The guard grunted as he held Ryan in place, “You should be ashamed.”

Obviously, Anna wasn’t going to be able to fight off the guards forever and when one of her ankles was grabbed, she was pulled forwards on her back. Pinned to the mattress by the guard, he raised the bottle to her lips.

Both Ryan and Anna had their mouths clamped shut as the guards tried to force them to drink. It was Anna that lost first. The guard pinning her down pinched her nose and when she opened up to breath the nipple was shoved into her mouth. Upon seeing his wife’s loss Ryan opened his own mouth and let the nipple be inserted.

It took him half a minute to get the mechanics down. He didn’t remember drinking from a bottle before; it was entirely alien to him. As soon as he got it, he could feel cold milk squirting into his mouth. He steadied himself into a system of sucking and swallowing as his face burned from shame. He looked over to Anna whose eyes were pure fury as she stared straight up at the guard pinning her to the crib.

“It’s got added nutrients.” The guard holding Ryan said gruffly, “We’ll take good care of you here.”

The guards laughed darkly as their two prisoners continued to suck down their drinks. Ryan had needed the bathroom before but as he swallowed down the thick milk that need was only getting worse. He found himself squeezing his legs together as he drained his bottle.

The feeding seemed to take hours. Ryan was full about halfway through, but the guards refused to take the bottle away until it was empty. He became panicked as he tried to push the hand away but failed.

“Calm down.” The guard growled warningly, “Take it like a good bitch. Like your wife.”

Ryan bristled and spluttered around the bottle causing milk to dribble down his chin. However, when he looked to the side, he saw that Anna was continuing to just suck down the liquid, her eyes were on Ryan. Obviously, Anna couldn’t speak in the position she was in but Ryan felt as if he could hear her voice telling him to calm down and get through it. Taking a deep breath through his nose Ryan continued to drink until the bottle was finally empty. His stomach churned from the liquid he had just filled it with.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, princess?” The guard holding Ryan said with a harsh laugh as he pulled the bottle away and pushed Ryan forwards on to his front.

Before Ryan could turn around, he heard the side of the crib rattle up into place. The prison cell within a prison cell was locked secure and the guards took their trolley to the next helpless inmates in the next cell.

Ryan winced. His bladder was aching now. He felt dread about what was going to happen but a sense of guilt along with it. He was going to wet himself and that felt like a terrible thing to him, but it was also Anna’s reality every day. Hell, he knew she was already wet and had been for some time. He put a hand over his bladder as he rolled over and slowly sat up.

“You shouldn’t hold it.” Anna said, “It’ll happen eventually anyway.”

Ryan looked over to Anna who was sat against the headboard and staring back at him. She got o to her hands and knees and crawled across the drib to Ryan before crouching next to him and rubbing his back.

“You’ll feel better afterwards.” Anna said softly.

Ryan could feel himself welling up with tears. He clambered to his knees and held on to the bars. Try as he might he just couldn’t relax. Any time it felt like he was about to start peeing his whole body tensed up. It felt like a very final act. That once he had done it the whole situation was very real and there was no getting out. He wasn’t sure he was ready to accept that.

A spasm in Ryan’s bladder told him it didn’t matter what emotional difficulties he might be experiencing he was going to either release his bladder or it would burst. He took a shaky breath and relaxed every muscle. He felt a tiny trickle into the diaper. No sooner had a few drops escaped him than he tensed up painfully hard. A lifetime of being told in no uncertain terms that men were not to do this was making it hard for him.

“Can… Can you look away?” Ryan asked.

Anna nodded her head and turned around. Ryan tried to imagine he was in front of a urinal on a normal day. He wanted to forget what he was wearing and just let go. It still took a minute for him to get to the point where a few more drops left him. This time he tried not to panic and clench. He stayed relaxed and when he didn’t immediately leak something in his brain made it easier to tell himself that it was OK to let go.

Ryan felt heat creeping into his face at the same time that it creeped around his crotch. He felt ashamed for what he was doing. His whole life he had been told how doing this, essentially acting like a woman, was the worst sin a man could commit. He felt his breathing become shaky as his bladder unleashed and he covered his face with his hands. The diaper grew heavier as it became wetter until he finally finished wetting himself. He remained on his knees feeling total humiliation. Even though he tried to hold it back, a sob escaped his throat and once the dam had broken, he couldn’t stop crying.

The last thing Ryan wanted to do was think of his parents and yet it was their faces that came to his mind. Did they know where he was and what was happening? If they did, he could only imagine what his father would think. If he hadn’t already been mostly disowned, he would surely have been kicked out of the family for this.

Ryan felt a hand on his back, and he turned around to almost collapse into Anna’s arms. He cried and cried as Anna told him it would be OK. It didn’t feel like it would. They were trapped in this horrible facility and only God knew what was going to happen to them. As he sat back on the diaper, he felt the warm sponge beneath him and wondered if this was something he would experience every day for the rest of his life.

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Anna laid in the crib staring up at the mobile that was slowly turning above the bed. It was tinkling out a tune, the same one it had been doing for hours, and Anna wondered if it was part of the torture. Was the conditioning already happening? Was there a message in this mind-numbing tune being burned into her brain?

“Are you awake?” Ryan whispered.

“Yes.” Anna replied.

Ryan didn’t say anything else. He just rolled over and cuddled up next to Anna. She could feel his diaper against her leg; it was just as thick and squishy as hers. It had been hours since he had wet himself. After a while the lights dimmed which seemed like a message to them that it was time to sleep. It was impossible to say if it actually was nighttime though. There were no windows or clocks, and Anna had already lost track of how long they had been there. She felt Ryan lay his head on her belly and she absentmindedly stroked his hair.

There was a burning anger within Anna. The temper that always flared up at injustice had never been quenched. She’d spent quite a lot of the intervening time between the bottle feeding and laying under the sheets barely controlling her temper. She wanted to rage. She wanted to be out of the crib and throwing everything in the room against the walls. But she couldn’t.

“When do you think they’ll come back in?” Ryan asked.

“I don’t know.” Anna replied.

“Will they…” Ryan seemed to hesitate, “Change us?”

“I don’t know.” Anna answered again, “We should probably try to sleep.”

Ryan nodded his head and moved back away from Anna. She gave him a small smile and rolled over to face the bars of the crib. She wondered if Jane was in a place like this as well. Her heart broke when she imagined her friend going through this alone.

Eventually Anna closed her eyes and felt like sleep was just about to take her away. The blessed unconsciousness granting her a reprieve from her nightmare, the chance to dream of better times. No sooner had she sunk into the black void than the lights in the room turned up as the door was flung open.

“Rise and shine, babies!” Yelled a gruff male voice.

Anna was startled and sat up in shock. She felt Ryan similarly sit up. They both looked through the bars as the two males from the previous day walked in with the cart of milk. Had they been waiting for the moment the couple had been drifting off? Was it coincidence? Either way Anna felt tiredness clinging to her as the men approached.

The men approached with the cart and picked up two bottles. They held them against the bars with the nipples poking through. Anna and Ryan looked at each other. After the battle that had accompanied the previous feeding, they both knew they had to pick their fights more carefully. They scooted forwards and reluctantly put their lips on the nipples and started drinking.

“Now look at that…” The man feeding Anna said, “Nice and docile. Just the way we want our babies.”

Anna lifted her eyes to look up at the man’s face. He was smirking down at her like a bad winner gloating over the loser. She couldn’t help but notice what this looked like for both her and Ryan. The bottles were held around the men’s crotches, and the diapered couple were forced on to their knees to drink. The copying of such a sexual position was no doubt supposed to underline the position Ryan and Anna were in.

As Anna drank, she took the opportunity to release her bladder. The diaper between her legs was already very wet and she wasn’t sure it could take another soaking. She felt the wet padding warming up but thankfully the diaper held.

Anna was the first to finish her bottle and she pulled away. She let out a small burp which tasted strongly of the milk she had just ingested. Next to her Ryan was still working at his bottle, harried occasionally by the guards telling him to hurry up. No sooner had he finished than the bars of the crib came rattling down.

“Alright, get out.” The men demanded as they stood back.

Anna climbed out of the crib and stretched her aching legs. Almost automatically she looked towards the door and the thought of making a break for it flashed through her mind. There was no scenario where doing that resulted in anything good though.

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Anna and Ryan are taken to "recreation" and find out exactly where they are. 

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Anna and Ryan were chivvied over to the changing table. Anna was the first to be lifted up. The guards were none too gentle about changing her diaper, she saw Ryan balling his hands up and wanting to intervene, but he didn’t say anything. She was glad. Anything he did say was only likely to get them into more trouble.

A fresh diaper was taped on to Anna and the flaps of the onesie pressed together. She was pulled off the table and stumbled a few crinkling steps before Ryan was told to get on to the padded surface. Anna wanted to look away. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed that her husband had been reduced to having his diaper changed like her, it was his obvious embarrassment. She didn’t want to add to it.

“Don’t get too many men on this table.” The guard dealing with the diaper said with a smirk that transmitted through his words, “If you can be called a man.”

“I’m more of a man than you.” Ryan growled.

Ryan let out a strangled yelp and Anna tried to rush over, but she was held strongly in place. The guard dealing with Ryan had grabbed his balls and although wasn’t squeezing them too tightly, the message was clear. The guard had all the power and Ryan was in no place to argue. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just let go after a few seconds and returned to the diaper change.

Once Ryan’s onesie had been done back up, he was let off the table. Anna pulled free from her guard and rushed over to him. He had a red face but caught her in a hug.

“Are you OK?” Anna asked quietly.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.” Ryan replied.

“Well, isn’t that the sweetest sight.” The guard that was disposing of Ryan’s wet diaper said, “Come along, lovebirds, time for recreation.”

Anna and Ryan were led down a wide hall. Everything was a sterile white and brightly lit, the only other people they saw were other guards going up and down. The corridor had doors on either side, each one locked tightly closed and with a series of letters and numbers etched on to it. Anna guessed they were more “cells” where unlucky people were being tortured in the name of the government. Anna found herself thinking about Jane, she had been through a place like this, maybe this one in particular. Where was she now?

At the far end of the corridor from Anna and Ryan’s room there were a set of double doors. There were two guards posted outside and whilst Anna and Ryan were stopped, one of the guards went over to speak with them. The guard on the door nodded and checked a few settings on a tablet before nodding again. He raised a keycard and scanned it; there was a click as the door unlocked. It was pushed open as Anna was shoved in the back to move forwards.

“Jesus…” Ryan muttered from behind Anna.

The room was huge and decked out just like a nursery. The pastel-coloured walls had guards armed with what looked like tasers every few feet, and they surrounded what must’ve been at least fifty women in onesies and diapers identical to the ones Anna and Ryan were wearing. Anna’s mouth was hanging open as she looked around the room and saw men in white coats walking around and checking on the women every so often, the “care givers”, no doubt.

The room seemed full of toys whilst the backwall was lined with crib and, to the right, was a long line of changing tables, several of which seemed to be constantly occupied. Anna backed up a step until she hit Ryan, his hands went to her shoulders. They had both quickly noticed that, aside from the employees, Ryan was the only male to be seen.

“Have fun, girls.” One of the guards said.

Anna looked around to see their escort leaving the room and closing the door behind them. It clicked shut with finality. They now found themselves stuck together in the nursery and completely unsure of what to do.

“Is this what Finishing School is?” Ryan muttered.

“I… I don’t know.” Anna replied.

Anna was confused. She had heard the horror stories of Finishing Schools; she had seen the effects they could have at close hand. Jane may not have been in one for very long, but it completely broke her, it had taken medical intervention to “fix” her. This was a nursery. Sure, it wasn’t where Anna wanted to be, but it didn’t look too different to the one she had found herself in back at the college.

“What do we do?” Ryan asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” Anna said again. She had no answers.

“Ah, new arrivals?” A man started walking towards them. He was older and smiled in a kindly way. Pretty much the first face which didn’t show utter contempt that Anna had seen since they had arrived.

“We ju-… Hey!” Ryan started to speak but as the man reached them, he automatically reached down to squeeze the padding over Ryan’s crotch. Ryan jumped back.

“Procedures, you understand.” The man said.

Anna was more used to such invasions of her privacy. When the man’s hand reached down to her crotch, she simply closed her eyes and waited for it to be withdrawn. They were both dry, of course. They’d only just been changed after all.

“Our first male guest.” The man said as he peered curiously at Ryan, “I hear you’ve been causing a spot of bother.”

“Please, what is this place?” Anna asked.

“Is it… Finishing School?” Ryan added.

“Finishing School?” The man chuckled, “They must really have given you a fright, hmm? No, no, this isn’t Finishing School. Do you think such a place would have so much fun available for the girls?”

The man’s arms spread out as if to show off the activities on display. Sure, for a small child it would’ve likely been very exciting, but it didn’t hold any interest for Anna. That said, she still let out a smile. Just knowing they weren’t in the dreadful place they’d been threatened with was enough to ease their minds just a little. If they had been in Finishing School, chances where they were done for, since they weren’t, it seemed to Anna like it meant the powers that be still had a plan to use them.

“Well, on you go then.” The man said as he stepped aside, “I’m Mr. Roberts, by the way. I’m in charge here, if you need anything, just cry.”

Anna stepped uncertainly forwards. Ryan was staying as close as possible to her, she felt bad. As new and scary as this was for her it must’ve been a hundred times worse for her husband who had never experienced any of this first hand.

“What is this place?” Ryan asked in hushed tones.

“I don’t know.” Anna replied simply.

“Well, what do we do?” Ryan continued. Anna looked at him and saw he was bright red. Of course, even though Ryan had dispensed with any of the toxic masculinity that plagued Sallas, he was still a guy who probably didn’t like being humiliated in front of so many people, especially the men.

“Well, would you prefer finger painting or building blocks?” Anna asked.

“I’m being serious!” Ryan exclaimed.

“And so am I.” Anna turned to face her husband and took both his hands in hers, “Look, I don’t know where we are, but you heard Mr. Roberts, right? This ISN’T Finishing School.”

“So?” Ryan asked.

“So…” Anna said, stretching the word out, “If we’re not in Finishing School then they still see some use for us. Sooner or later, they will be around to tell us what that use is. In the meantime… I guess we play.”

“Play?” Ryan looked at Anna as if he had never heard the word before, “Anna, I don’t know how to do that…”

“It’ll be OK.” Anna said as she took her husband’s hand, “Just follow my lead.”

Learning that the pair of them wasn’t in a Finishing School had significantly lifted Anna’s mood. Now that she knew she wasn’t going to have her brain wiped she was able to relax, at least a small amount.

Anna looked at the room at large. There were quite a few women in it, a lot of them seemed, at least at first glance, to be totally regressed. Realising that the longer they stood there, the more attention they brought to themselves, Anna took Ryan’s hand and pulled him forward. His reluctance was obvious with every step.

“Here. We can sit down and do some art.” Anna said as she headed towards the tables set up with finger paints.

“Anna…” Ryan didn’t seem happy with this way of things.

“Just sit down and we can talk.” Anna said.

Anna sat in a seat and pulled some paper towards her. She wasn’t usually this proactive about playing, but then she didn’t usually have someone who really needed her to take responsibility. She didn’t want them to draw attention to themselves. If they refused to take part, it could easily end badly. The daycare at Ryan’s college was still fresh in her mind, and she knew things could’ve gone a lot worse for her there as well.

“Anna, I don’t…” Ryan started.

Anna pulled a piece of paper across the table and placed it in front of Ryan. There was paint in between them. Anna looked up at the other inhabitants at the table, most had already gone back to their art but one seemed to be taking more of an interest.

“Just… paint.” Anna said.

Ryan looked very confused. Anna moved first, dipping her finger into some paint and putting it on the paper in front of her. In truth, she wasn’t particularly happy about having to do what she was doing, but the relief that she wasn’t in a Finishing School was enough to make her feel like she was on cloud nine.

The question then became: What would happen next? Anna knew the government took a zero-tolerance approach to anything it considered to be terrorism. The Rose Resistance was considered to be a group of criminals, helping them could have dire consequences. The fact that they weren’t already locked up suggested the couple still had some value. Maybe it was as tools of propaganda, maybe it was for information, the worst part of it all was that they could only sit there and wait.

“I recognise you!” The woman who had been paying more attention to Anna and Ryan suddenly spoke up.

“You do?” Anna frowned. She was certain she had never seen this woman in her life.

“Uh huh.” The woman said with a big smile and a nod, “On the TV!”

“Oh.” Anna replied.

Of course. It was a fact she wasn’t yet used to. That most people in the country recognised her face, saw her as the happy perfect example of what a Sallasian woman could and should be. The woman was still staring at Anna as if she were awestruck. She was pretty, with freckles either side of a small nose, deep green eyes and long blonde hair that seemed to go most of the way down her back. She also seemed like one of the few women that hadn’t been regressed quite as much as the others, though she was still obviously thickly padded under her onesie. Anna realised she could be a font of information.

“What’s your name?” Anna asked.

“Georgie.” The woman replied, “I know you’re Anna… and that’s Ryan!”

Ryan seemed determined not to look up. He was embarrassed about being there, understandably. It was doubtful that many men found there way into a place like this, certainly not on the padded side of things.

“So, erm, what is this place?” Anna asked, looking to distract the woman and save Ryan from having to answer the obvious question of why he was there.

“Daddy calls it Daycare.” Georgie said, “It’s for the girls of gover-… goberne-…”

“Government?” Anna suggested when it became obvious Georgie was struggling. Anna wondered if she had spent some time in a Finishing School or if her partial regression was the product of her husband’s efforts.

“Uh huh. Mostly.” Georgie nodded enthusiastically, “The important men.”

“So, they send girls here whilst they work?” Anna asked.

 “Yep.” Georgie replied, “Sometimes Daddy sends me here if he wants time alone too. It’s OK, there’s lots of toys and stuff.”

Anna smiled at Georgie through her disgust. So many women just casually put away when not needed as if they were toys. So much potential being lost, women who could’ve been smart or athletic or brilliant in any number of ways being made into little dolls. Anna balled her hands up and felt for a second like she might explode before Ryan distracted her, with a hand placed on hers.

“Stay calm.” Ryan whispered.

Anna looked at her husband and, for a moment, was about to explode at him, was about to say it was easy for him to tell her to remain calm when he didn’t know what it was like for her. She looked down at the way Ryan was dressed and being forced to act, and she felt the anger abate. He did know.

Anna nodded and then turned back to the table. She had to remember the nursery back at college, she had to remember how she got through that and do the same thing again. It was scary, she had no idea when they would be getting out, but she had to clear her mind. Dan needed her. For as adrift as she felt, he was even more lost. He may not have been the alpha male that Sallas wanted, but he was still being reduced in position and, no doubt, was humiliated by it.

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17 hours ago, Elfy said:

Dan needed her

I believe this should be Ryan?

[Elfy]

Locked in to the facility, Anna and Ryan can only guess at what is going to happen to them. When one of the guards disrespects his wife, Ryan is unable to hold himself back... no matter the consequences. 

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For most of the morning Anna and Ryan sat at the table. It didn’t take long for Georgie to get bored with her new friends and wander off. The couple didn’t talk much and must’ve been boring to the more regressed mind, Anna only prayed she wouldn’t end up the same way.

“What do you think is happening to Jane?” Anna asked after a while.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Ryan replied. Anna knew it was supposed to be comforting but it didn’t work.

“What if they sent her back to-…” Anna started.

“Stop.” Ryan said firmly, “You’re imagining the worst-case scenario, I get it. We don’t know what’s going on though, speculating on it doesn’t help any of us.”

Anna spent most of her time looking around the room and observing. She tried to pretend that she was some sort of documentary film maker, she was there to document these people in their natural habitat rather than be one of them. The illusion was somewhat broken when her diaper flushed with warmth. She wondered if Ryan was wet as well. They were frequently brought bottles to drink from and were supervised until they had downed at least half the liquid.

“What do you think they do about… you know.” Ryan asked in almost a whisper.

“What?” Anna asked.

“Changes.” Ryan’s cheeks flushed pink. That probably answered Anna’s earlier thoughts about whether Ryan was wet.

“They’ll check us.” Anna said with a sigh. She didn’t like being the expert in these scenarios.

“Great…” Ryan muttered.

“Would you prefer going to one of those men and telling them you need your diaper changed?” Anna asked a little more sharply than she intended.

Ryan looked away and Anna immediately felt bad. She put a hand on his arm and when he looked back at her she apologised. They put their heads together, Anna closed her eyes and wished she could make her husband feel better about everything that was happening. It was impossible.

Hours passed. Anna and Ryan were, thankfully, left alone at the table. The only interactions they had with the staff was when they brought over bottles. Anna did her best to distract Ryan, keeping him talking about things on the outside and things they would do together when they were free again. Whilst it was somewhat effective, it was also impossible to ignore that both their diapers were getting wetter as time progressed. Anna didn’t mention it to Ryan, but she had seen him drink as much as she had. All that liquid had to go somewhere.

“Lunch time!” Mr. Roberts called out.

Anna looked over her shoulder and saw a long table had been set up. It was exactly as she expected, with a lot of regular chairs interspersed with highchairs. There were two of the babyish seats set up at the head of the table and Anna could imagine who they were for.

“We better go.” Anna said.

“What if I don’t want to move.” Ryan asked plaintively.

“Then I think they might drag you over.” Anna replied honestly.

Anna stood up. The diaper pulled down against her onesie, the elastic material struggling to hold up the heavy disposable which was at the point of leaking. She watched Ryan stand up and instantly saw that he was, indeed, in a similar position. Ryan stood with his legs apart and looking down in disgust.

“Come on.” Anna said to her husband. She took his hand and gently led him towards the long table.

Most of the seats were already taken, but as Anna approached the highchairs at the head of the table, she was stopped. Mr. Roberts called over two other men who came over and roughly checked the diapers.

“They need changes, sir.” The one who hand just grabbed Anna’s butt said.

“Yeah, HE is about to leak.” The one standing next to Ryan smirked. The emphasis on the word “he” made the sentence both an accusation and an insult. It wasn’t missed, Ryan looked away and closed his eyes.

“Alright, go sort them out.” Mr. Roberts said, “Then bring them back here and feed them.”

Anna felt a push in her back, and she stumbled forwards. They headed towards the changing tables at the back of the room. It didn’t seem like privacy was a concern for the men who ran the place. The man prodding Anna forwards reached out to grab her and Anna slapped his hands away.

“I can do this myself.” Anna growled.

The protestations didn’t help. Anna felt a hand on her ass pushing her up. She glared at the man who was “helping” her as she laid down. She looked across and saw Ryan was having a similar issue with his guard.

“You call yourself a man…” The guard said as he poked and prodded the padding, “Don’t make me laugh.”

Ryan was going red in the face. A combination of the humiliation and anger made him ball up his fists. The guard continued to goad him though. Anna couldn’t hear every word, but she knew they must’ve been barbs pointed at her husband because he was getting increasingly angry. She was so distracted that she barely even noticed her own diaper change.

“You’re just a bitch.” The person changing Ryan said as he pulled the tapes away on the diaper. He was really taking his time, making it last as long as he could, “We ought to just do a few choice cuts then you can join them.”

As the man spoke, he reached down and grabbed Ryan by the testicles. His hand threatening to squeeze without doing so. Anna could see Ryan positively shaking and it wasn’t from fear, she couldn’t let him face the barrage alone, she had to try and help him.

“Ryan, don’t-…” Anna started.

“Shut up, slut.” The person changing her diaper said. The casual cruelty seeming like such an ordinary thing from him.

“Don’t call her that.” Ryan said darkly as the man with a grip on his balls let go.

“Well, look at that.” The person changing Ryan said with a harsh laugh, “Maybe he does have a pair after all. What are you going to do, big man?”

Ryan bared his teeth. Anna wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. She knew if she opened her mouth she would just be told to shut up again, and that would make Ryan even more angry.

“What are you going to do, hmm?” The man continued as he leaned down over Ryan, “Maybe I’ll show your slut what a real man is like…”

Anna barely had time to process what she was hearing before Ryan sprung up off the table. She gasped and then screamed as Ryan, naked from the waist down, launched himself on to the man. She covered her mouth as she saw punches being thrown, primarily from Ryan, and then lifted herself into a half-sitting position as the man changing her ran the few short steps and tackled Ryan to the ground.

“Ryan!” Anna screamed.

Elsewhere in the room some of the more regressed women started crying, many others were adding to the general confusion with shouting. More men were running over, and Ryan was soon buried beneath the burly guys. Anna didn’t know what to do, she certainly couldn’t get the guards off her husband, but she was loathe to remain where she was.

“Get him up!” Mr. Roberts said. The genial expression he had worn when Ryan and Anna first arrived had disappeared. Now he seemed completely dispassionate, “Bend him over the table.”

“W-What are you doing?” Anna asked desperately, “Stop it!”

“We’re going to show him that he is not the one in control here.” Mr. Roberts replied, “And you’ll stay where you are unless you want to join him.”

Anna let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a growl of frustration. Ryan was lifted up and draped over the side of the changing table. He didn’t look hurt, but he was quickly held in place, still struggling against the guards. Mr. Roberts whispered something to the man who had originally been goading Ryan and he smiled and nodded before walking quickly away from the scene.

“Mr. Manning, I understand this is difficult for you.” Mr. Roberts said as he walked around to face Ryan, standing in between the man and his wife, “But you must understand that whilst you are here, you have no more rights than any of the women. I was told very specifically to treat you no differently.”

Ryan’s response was a string of expletives. Anna closed her eyes and tears that she hadn’t been aware were filling her vision ran down her cheek. When she saw the goading man return, and saw what he was holding, she let out a little gasp.

“Mr. Roberts… Sir, please forgive him, it’s a difficult transition and…” Anna said. It was as if she were begging the man to save her husband’s life.

“It is out of my hands.” Mr. Roberts replied emotionlessly, “You’ll do well to remain quiet.”

Anna balled up her hands and hit the padding of the table impotently. The man who had left the room now returned with a what was very clearly an enema kit. Ryan, held against the table, had no idea what he was in for.

The next few minutes were an agony for Anna. She watched as the bag full of water was placed on a stand that had been wheeled over. She saw the nozzle being lubed up and she could do nothing to warn Ryan as it very suddenly probed him. Ryan let out a scream of shock that produced laughs from the men holding him down. As the surprise subsided the swearing began again in earnest. Anna wished, more than anything, that she could’ve volunteered for the punishment and saved her husband from the humiliation he was suffering. She knew it was only going to get worse.

Anna could see the fight disappear from Ryan as the valve on the clear plastic tube was loosened. His eyes widened and he stared at Anna, it must’ve been an incredibly strange feeling for him. Anna had experienced an enema or two in her life, she hated them, seeing it done to Ryan was testing her ability to stay where she was to the very limit.

“The more you relax the easier this bit will be.” Mr. Roberts said. He patted Ryan on the head.

“Ryan…” Anna moaned through tears and made to step forwards. She just wanted to cuddle her husband and tell him that everything would be alright.

“No.” Ryan said. His voice was strained, and he winced as he spoke, “Stay there.”

Anna sat back down but covered her face with her hands. She had always been a woman of action. Having to remain still whilst her husband was punished in that way felt like more of a torture than if it was her receiving the enema.

“Well, isn’t that cute…” The man who had brought the enema said with a sneer, “It’s a bit late to try to be the big man protecting your girl, Ryan.”

Anna could only watch as the enema continued to be delivered. She tried to whisper encouragement to Ryan, but one look from Mr. Roberts quickly stopped her. By the time the last of the liquid disappeared down the tube it looked like Ryan was in a lot of pain.

“Stand up.” Mr. Roberts said, “Slowly.”

Ryan did as he was told, and he wobbled a little. Anna gasped as she looked at Ryan’s belly, it was bulging out a little as if he was in the early stages of pregnancy. His hands quickly held the swollen area that was undoubtedly causing him cramping pain.

“You’ve got to keep it all in for five minutes when I take this tube out.” The man who had caused all this said, “If you don’t, you’ll be cleaning it up and then we’ll be doing this again. Understood?”

Ryan nodded. His resistance was gone. He was clearly in pain and all he wanted was for that feeling to go away. Unfortunately, there was only one way that was going to happen. Anna watched the tube get pulled out and a tiny trickle escaped down his inner thigh before he could clench himself closed.

Anna had tears running down her face as her husband was told to get back on the table. His belly bulged from all the liquid swirling away; she could only imagine the pain and discomfort he was going through. It was clearly a struggle for him to get up without losing everything that had just flowed inside him. As soon as he laid down, the guard who had started the whole thing taped a new diaper on to him.

“Now you hold that until I say otherwise.” The guard said, “You got that?”

“Yes…” Ryan hissed between clenched teeth.

Anna could see that Ryan was sweating, as if the very water that filled his lower digestive system was finding other ways to leak out. He grimaced and writhed, and all Anna could do was watch. Any time she opened her mouth she was given glares of warning until she closed it again. It was agony to watch her husband’s resistance crumble until he was reduced to pure desperation.

“Please…” Ryan whimpered after a few minutes. His bottom lip quivered, and his hands hugged his bulbous belly.

“Not yet.” The guard replied. He theatrically checked his watch.

“I’m begging you…” Ryan continued, “It hurts so much.”

“Another couple of minutes.” The guard answered with clear relish at what he was doing.

Anna sobbed and turned away from Ryan. She couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain; she couldn’t bear to see him reduced to begging. The whimpering and almost whispered pleas for mercy continued. It felt like a lot longer than the original five minutes had elapsed.

“I… can’t…” Ryan’s voice was strained.

“Unless you want another one of these you will keep holdi-…” The guard started.

“For God’s sake!” Anna exclaimed as she turned to the man torturing her husband, “Just let him do it!”

“Quiet.” The guard replied, “Unless you want one of these yourself.”

Ryan’s face was twisted as sweat poured down his forehead. His eyes were closed and his cheeks a deep red. Anna was about to open her mouth to start begging when the guard checked his watch again.

“Alright. You can let it out.” The guard said. He sounded disappointed, as if he would’ve preferred to keep Ryan in that position and suffering for a lot longer.

Anna heard Ryan gasp and heard what sounded like pouring water going into the diaper. She looked and saw the bottom pushing out before quickly turning away. The least she could do was try to give Ryan some privacy. She knew how he would be feeling. The combination of extreme humiliation with relief.

It wasn’t long until Anna could smell what Ryan had done. After a minute or so she looked over her shoulder to see Ryan, his head against the padded table and his hands covering his face. The guard was pressing the poppers of his onesie back together.

“What are you doing?” Anna said as she hopped down from her changing table, “You have to change him!”

“Mr. Roberts wants him to think about what he did.” The guard said with clear relish, “He’ll be changed when Mr. Roberts wants him to be changed.”

“But…” Anna started.

“Don’t.” Ryan’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper, “Just leave it.”

“See? He’s starting to learn his lesson.” The guard laughed as he turned to walk away.

Anna gingerly walked over to her husband’s side. She placed a hand on his arm and felt him jump as if her fingers conducted electricity. A tear ran down her face as she saw Ryan’s chest move up and down rapidly, he was crying.

“I’m so sorry.” Anna whispered.

Ryan didn’t reply. It was clear he was trying to hide his tears from Anna. Whether it was because of his masculine pride or if it was because he wanted to remain strong for Anna, she didn’t know.

“Shall I… head over to the lunch table?” Anna asked. She wanted to give Ryan the chance to say no if he wanted. He nodded his head, “Alright, I love you, OK?”

Anna walked away from Ryan and the smell in the air around him. She kept looking back, willing, at the slightest hint that he may want it, to turn around and run back to his side. He seemed to want to be alone though. Once at the highchairs, she was lifted in and belatedly given some pureed slop and a bottle. At least they let her feed herself.

Ryan didn’t join Anna for lunch. He stayed away during the afternoon as well. Even when he had regained his composure, whenever Anna walked towards him, he would tell her to stay away. His diaper was in a very bad way and Anna could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt. She respected his wishes even though she desperately wanted to hug him, no matter how he smelled.

Anna spent the afternoon worrying about Ryan and wishing someone would change him. In the end, they didn’t do it until much later, and Anna kept her eyes averted. Once Ryan was in a fresh diaper he came over to the table and sat next to Anna again. They remained in silence for a few minutes. Anna just reached across and held her husband’s hand.

At some point, the other women started getting picked up or taken back to rooms. Anna and Ryyan were the last to be led back to the crib they had spent their first night in. After a diaper change and another bottle feeding, they were left alone.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Anna asked once they were alone.

“No.” Ryan replied.

Ryan was soon lying down and apparently asleep. Anna did the same, wondering just how long they were going to have to stay in that place.

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"Oh, I sincerely doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer replied. His hand lingered on the diaper and even slipped forwards over Anna’s crotch, “Maybe one day, when you’re properly housebroken, I’ll take you home and adopt you. Show you how a real man treats their girls.”

There is something so mentally impactful about being straight told you are going to be 'housebroken." 🫢Mr. Sawyer's attitude is intimidating even through the page.

Enjoying this very much so far. Thank you for sharing

[Elfy]

Ryan is starting to question whether it's all worth it, and whether Thorn is even who she says she is. Meanwhile, Mr. Sawyer is getting impatient for answers himself. 

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The next few days carried on in a similar vein. Anna and Ryan were forced to spend their days in the main nursery, and their nights in the crib. They both needed to have their diapers changed several times a day, for Anna it was not hard to get used to it, especially when surrounded by the other regressed women, it was different for Ryan though. It was quite clear that with each passing day, and each passing diaper, he was having more and more trouble coping with the reality of their situation. The best Anna could say was that he was at least not getting himself more punishments. For the most part he had just withdrawn into himself and stopped talking or doing any more than he had to.

“Are you alright?” Anna asked on their sixth day in the daycare. They had been sat in front of a bucket of blocks and Ryan had spent nearly all of the last three hours just staring at them mutely.

“Just dandy.” Ryan replied in a flat voice without looking up.

“I’m just worried about you.” Anna said quietly.

“And why would that be?” Ryan asked with a steely edge to his voice.

“You don’t need to take it out on me.” Anna replied, “I’m stuck here as well.”

Ryan sat back. His diaper crinkled loudly but he didn’t seem to notice it like he did when they had first arrived. Anna saw that he was upset and frustrated as he looked around the room. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing from a husband who had put up with so much and seemingly had endless patience.

“Sorry…” Ryan said with a sigh, “I’m just wondering what the point of it all is.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

Ryan looked around, looking for eavesdropping ears. He shifted closer to Anna and leaned in super close. Anna was practically sat in his lap as his chin hovered just above her shoulder.

“Helping Thorn.” Ryan whispered, “What was the point? I did what she wanted for her agent and what do we get? Where is she now, huh? Where’s The Rose Resistance? Shouldn’t they be breaking us out of here?”

“I’m sure it’s not that simple.” Anna breathed in reply.

Ryan looked at Anna and raised a questioning eyebrow. He slid back to his original position and resumed his previous stance. Anna looked at him for a few minutes and then looked down. The truth was, she was wondering some of the same questions. What had they accomplished? Were they just sacrificial lambs for Thorn? The fact they weren’t being brainwashed and regressed like Jane was a mercy that neither of them could’ve expected.

Anna knew and understood the risks. She had thought Ryan did too, but now she was unsure he had really acknowledged what might happen. She looked at him and worried that he was having second thought, there was no doubt he loved her, not after he had given up his promising future to be with her, but now Anna wondered if Ryan had reached the limit of what he was willing to do. The problem was that Anna wasn’t sure she could walk away. This meant everything to her. She didn’t want to live with clipped wings, she was quite sure of that by then.

Before Anna could say anything, the door that they came through every morning opened. That was unusual. Once the babies were in the room that door was usually closed and locked until it was time for them to go back to their rooms or homes. Ana watched as she saw some of the guards talking to someone. Then the door opened fully and when she saw who was walking in, she felt her stomach hit the floor.

“This can’t be good…” Ryan muttered.

That was an understatement. Mr. Sawyer, flanked by two of the biggest men Anna had ever seen had walked into the room. As always, they looked immaculately dressed and they stood by the entrance scanning the room in front of them. When Mr. Sawyer’s eyes found Anna and Ryan he pointed over to them. The two large guards started marching their way.

“Anna…” Ryan said as he got to his feet.

“I know. I love you too.” Anna replied. Her knees felt weak, but she refused to show weakness in front of her enemy.

As the guards got closer to them, Anna saw Mr. Sawyer walking around to a side room which was unlocked and opened by Mr. Roberts. Anna backed up a few paces, Ryan stepped in front of her.

“Whatever you want, we can… Hey!” Ryan had been trying to speak to the two gorilla like men who were now right in front of them. He didn’t get very far before he was easily picked up by one of them and carried with seemingly no problems at all.

Anna let out an involuntary whimper and tensed up as she too was picked up. She could no longer see her husband, the mammoth back of the guard carrying him was in the way, but Anna was carried as a man might carry his wife across the threshold. She automatically tried to break free, but it was a hopeless task.

“Put me down!” Anna complained loudly, “I’ll walk! I’ll walk!”

Anna was ignored, not that she expected anything different. She was carried across the room and over to the door that Mr. Sawyer had gone into. Anna tensed up as if the room she was being taken into might be some kind of medieval torture dungeon, as if she would be put on the rack or something. Instead, the room was very boring. A plain white table had been pushed to the side and all that remained in the middle of the room was two basic wooden chairs. Mr Sawyer was sitting on the one in the middle of the room and Ryan was being dumped heavily into the other, which was in the corner. The guard that carried him in put a large hand on the diapered man’s shoulder and shook his head threateningly when he looked up.

“Ryan, how have you been?” Mr. Sawyer asked with faux pleasantness, “Enjoying your little vacation from work?”

Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna looked over from where she was, still being held by her guard, and saw Ryan looking down at the ground in shame. She wanted to find a way to gee him up, to raise his spirits, but she felt helpless to do anything.

“I hear you’ve been having an interesting time.” Mr. Sawyer continued to talk to Ryan, “The enema was particularly entertaining, don’t you think? I hear your co-workers back at the office had a mini-film night one evening after work to watch it. I hear it was a great success.”

Ryan was turning a darker shade of red with every word. He had clearly hoped that no one outside the people in the daycare would hear what was happening to him, now he knew no one at his place of work would ever let him forget the embarrassments that had taken place.

“And Anna! Our little starlet? How are you?” Mr. Sawyer asked, “If you could bring her to me, please.”

Anna felt repulsed by Mr. Sawyer but was carried over regardless of her obvious discomfort. She was brought inches away from the seated man who was so close she could’ve spat on him, only the worry of what might happen if she did it stopped her. His smile made her skin crawl. He stared Anna in the eyes for a few seconds before looking up at the goon who was carrying her. He subtly nodded his head.

“Ahh!” Anna let out a scream as she was suddenly let go.

Anna felt the wind getting knocked out of her. She had expected to hit the floor, instead, she was over Mr. Sawyer’s lap. She was facing the ground and the man’s knees had driven into her stomach. She tried to crawl forwards and off Mr. Sawyer’s lap, but he held her in place, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and holding them behind her back. She was helpless.

“Let her go!” Ryan shouted from the other side of the room. He started to rise to his feet but a large hand on his shoulder pushed him back down.

“Oh, Anna…” Mr. Sawyer used his free hand to tuck some of Anna’s hair behind her ear, “You really have been so much trouble.”

Anna was still trying to struggle when a spank landed heavily on her rear end. Already winded, she grunted in pain. She couldn’t turn around to see if it was Mr. Sawyer spanking her, but it didn’t feel like a hand. Whoever had smacked her had used a paddle of some kind. It hurt. A lot.

“Some of my colleagues think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mr. Sawyer punctuated his sentence with another hard smack. This time Anna knew it was him, she could feel as his body twisted for the blow, “Let me tell you this, little girl. If you’re marketing campaign for us wasn’t doing so well, you would’ve already disappeared.”

Anna balled up her fists as she anticipated another spank. When it landed, she let out a loud expletive. Tears welled up in her eyes, and when she blinked, they rolled down her cheeks. She fell limp, her breath returning to her but doing no good.

“And believe me, few things would offer me such satisfaction.” Mr. Sawyer hit Anna again. The stinging pain causing her whole body to tense up. It felt like he might’ve been breaking the skin even with the padding of the diaper in the way, “Having you regressed and made into a docile little servant in my house, it would be marvellous.”

Anna couldn’t stop the sob escaping her as the next blow landed. She heard a scuffle as Ryan tried to get up again. When the hand pushed him back down, he swung for the guard, it did no good. Ryan was slapped across the face and landed sprawled out on the floor. He was quickly picked back up and sat in his seat, a red handprint on his cheek.

“Please! No more!” Ryan pleaded, “She’s had enough!”

“Oh, I assure you we’ve only just begun.” Mr. Sawyer replied. Another blow landed on Anna’s ass and she started to cry. She didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction, but she could stop the tears. The pain was too much, “Of course, how long this goes on for is entirely up to you.”

“Me?” Ryan repeated.

Mr. Sawyer nodded at the guard that was making sure Anna didn’t go anywhere. Anna was lifted up, her body remaining a dead weight. Through her tears she saw Mr. Sawyer stand up and adjust his suit. Next, she was lowered face down over the chair he had been sat on. The guard pressing on her shoulders to make sure she stayed where she was told.

“Yes, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You.”

Anna was tensed up and ready for a fresh blow to land to her rear end. It never came. Just as she started to relax, she felt a hand grip the back of her diaper. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was holding on to the waistband for a few seconds before pulling quickly backwards. Anna was jerked this way and that as the guard at the other end held her against the seat until, finally, the plastic gave way, and the diaper ripped. The fluff from inside the disposable scattered across the floor and the diaper fell away leaving her butt exposed.

“So, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He finished the question by swinging the paddle forwards against Anna’s bare skin, “Or are you going to be naughty and let your poor wife suffer?”

Another spank. Anna screamed with each blow. If she thought they had hurt before, it was nothing compared to these fresh whacks against her bare skin. The stinging was indescribable, almost enough to shock her brain into stillness. She writhed desperately, the need to get away from any more spanks overpowering all her senses. The arms of the guard kept her pinned despite her pleadings.

“Stop!” Ryan cried out, “W-What do you want to know?”

“No doubt you know why you are here.” Mr. Sawyer started. Anna heard him stepping away and relaxed her trembling muscles a little. The stinging wasn’t going away, “Lynn West. A known dissident. Her file came across your desk and you amended it.”

Anna swallowed anxiously. Her mind was exhausted from the pain and her face was a mess of tears, sweat and snot. Despite all of this, she understood well the danger they were in. Anna was certain that, despite her pleading, she could take any beating rather than give up the information. Ryan had been expressing doubts already.

“I…” Ryan started.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Mr. Sawyer continued. He was now meandering slowly back to Anna. Each step that brought him closer made Anna shudder with horrid anticipation, “Little Miss West has gone where she needed to go.”

“Ryan, don’t tell him anyth-…” Anna started to shout hysterically. She was cut off by another whack from the paddle. She wasn’t sure if the trickling she felt between her legs was urine or blood. It could easily have been both.

This time the blows continued. Anna was quickly reduced to incoherent screams and ineffectual thrashings. She lost feeling in her legs completely, for a moment she thought she might pass out. At the last moment the punishment stopped. Anna breathed heavily. Her face fell to the side and through half-lidded eyes she saw Ryan in tears and staring at her, straining against the guard holding him in place.

“Who told you to amend the file?” Mr. Sawyer asked.

Ryan looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer and back again. His lips were trembling. Anna almost imperceptibly shook her head. Then screams ripped themselves from her throat as the spanking continued. It was impossible for her to tell if it was the same implement being used or if her ass had just been tenderised to the point that it felt almost like spikes being driven into her with each smack. After a flurry that lasted maybe thirty seconds but felt like an hour, the hits stopped. It did little to help Anna though, the stinging pain radiating from her bruised bottom carried on for another minute, her screams and cries slowly abating.

“Who told you to change the file, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer asked again. A single spank landed on Anna’s rear, and it was enough to send her into fresh paroxysms of pain. She didn’t want to imagine how things were looking back there.

Anna ‘s bladder definitely did release during the previous hits. Her inner thighs were soaked and there was a puddle at the feet of the chair. She was shaking her head back and forth, hoping it was enough to get the message to Ryan: Don’t say a word.

“I imagine it was The Rose Resistance.” Mr. Sawyer said. He practically spat the words out, “And Thorn, yes?”

Anna turned her head to look at Ryan again. He seemed torn between telling the man what he wanted to know and doing what Anna wanted him to do. It looked like he might’ve been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Mr. Sawyer sighed loudly.

“Look what you are doing to your lovely wife.” Mr. Sawyer said, “How could you let this continue? Are you a monster?”

More spanks. Anna screamed again before everything went abruptly black. A blink of an eye later and she was suddenly back in the room. She realised she must’ve passed out. The room seemed to be spinning.

“You’re hurting her, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer continued. It was hard to tell if he had even noticed that his victim had been briefly unconscious.

“I…It was…” Ryan was stuttering.

“Don’t…” Anna barely had the energy to breath the words but somehow, she managed to have them heard.

“How did Thorn contact you?” Mr. Sawyer demanded.

“Anna…” Ryan was sobbing. He reached a hand out and Anna saw him suddenly wince and look away.

Anna felt another spank against her butt. The agony was now so great that it seemed to transcend any reaction. The pain simply didn’t abate; it rolled on and on. Anna screamed but she seemed detached, she was vaguely aware that she was viewing proceedings from somewhere above her own body, watching her flesh flail and cry whilst feeling nothing herself.

“Tell me!” Mr. Sawyer shouted. His composure seemed to slip a little before he regained himself.

Anna watched as her body was hit again and again. The paddle slamming into her skin and coming away bloody. She felt nothing even as she watched herself beg for it all to end. She had no idea if what she was experiencing was good or bad, she wasn’t feeling the pain anymore, at least.

The spanking went on and on. Ryan begged and pleaded with Mr. Sawyer to stop, but he never revealed the information they were looking for. Anna drifted in and out of her body, the pain rolling up on her like huge waves, then descending as if sinking into a deep calm. The whole time she watched as her ass was turned into something resembling uncooked minced beef.

Finally, Mr. Sawyer dropped the blood speckled paddle. He was panting and his suit was wet from the effort. Anna was back inside her body, whimpering and wishing she could float away again. She couldn’t feel her legs and the pain was intense, it felt like she would never be able to sit down again. The guard that had been holding Anna in place finally let go and Anna almost immediately slipped off the side of the chair, each small movement causing her even more pain.

“You should know that we will leave no stone unturned in searching for how you were communicated.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve had your chance. If we find anything you will be taken straight from here to a Finishing School.”

The threat was left to hang in the air. Perhaps it was one last chance for them to give up their information. Anna was sprawled on the floor, partially in a puddle of her own urine, and doing her best not to move.

“Ryan, if you think of anything, just let us know.” Mr. Sawyer said as if they had just had nothing more than a friendly conversation.

Anna saw the government man reach down and pat Ryan a couple of times on the diaper before leaving with a chuckle. No sooner had the door closed than Ryan rushed across to Anna.

“Anna!” Ryan exclaimed. Tears fell from his eyes, “Anna? Are you OK? Talk to me!”

“Ugh…” Anna could do little more than grunt. Every movement hurt and she felt completely exhausted.

Anna’s head faced Ryan, and she saw her husband look down her body to her butt. She saw him wince with a look of horror. Closing her eyes, Anna tried to get her mind working again. Now that she was back in her body the pain was growing.

“Don’t…” Anna mumbled.

“Don’t what? Anna?” Ryan asked as he bent low to hear her weak voice.

“Don’t tell them anything.” Anna said in little more than a whisper.

“Anna…” Ryan looked unsure, “This is serious stuff. If they…”

“Don’t.” Anna said with all the force she could muster. It wasn’t a lot.

Ryan fell silent. Anna could hear that he was sobbing though trying to bottle his emotions up. It reminded her of the start of their marriage, before she knew Ryan’s truth. His hand was gently stroking her back, stopping long before it reached Anna’s posterior.

“How bad is it?” Anna asked.

“It’s… not good.” Ryan replied after some hesitation.

Anna let out a grunt of a laugh. She felt like she could’ve stayed where she was forever. Never mind the cooling puddle of piss that was soaking in to her lower half, never mind the agony of her backside that was making it all but impossible to move her legs. She didn’t want to move an inch.

“Anna, if they find…” Ryan stopped talking when Anna suddenly opened her eyes, no doubt aware the room might be bugged, “They were talking about Finishing School!”

“So much for the gilded cage.” Anna muttered darkly.

“Huh?” Ryan frowned.

Anna shook her head as much as she could in her awkward face down position. She felt so stupid that she had, at one point, almost been seduced by the life given to her by the government. She had, at the very least, been tempted to sell out her dreams for a particularly cosy cell in the gated community. Now she was experiencing the reality of Sallas. The leash around her neck suddenly pulled taut and threatening to strangle her.

“I’ll get Mr. Roberts.” Ryan said as he started to get up.

“No.” Anna reached out and grabbed hold of Ryan’s ankle, “Please… Just stay here with me.”

Ryan crouched back down and returned to stroking Anna’s back. Neither of them said anything. The only sound was Ryan’s sobs and Anna’s occasional winces. She was grateful that despite Ryan’s doubts he had remained steadfast, even if it was because he believed, probably correctly, that if he gave up the information they would all be locked up in a Finishing School regardless.

Of course, Anna couldn’t remain on the floor forever. After a few precious minutes of peace, the guards returned.

“Holy shit…” One of them said when he looked down at Anna.

“Christ, they really did a number on her.” The other replied.

Ryan had stood up and turned around as if expecting the two helpers of Mr. Roberts to jump him. Probably not an unreasonable concern considering what had just happened, Anna thought. She stayed silent.

“Ryan, go back to the main room.” The first guard ordered.

“But…” Ryan started as he gestured to Anna’s bruised backside.

“Now.” The guard instructed, “Unless you want us to give your dear wife round two.”

Ryan was torn for a second but when Anna gave him a little nod, he reluctantly left the room. Anna might ordinarily have been concerned to be trapped in a small space with two clearly hostile men, but after what she had just endured, she found it hard to be particularly worried about anything.

“What do we do with this one?” The first guard said. He raised a foot and tapped Anna’s ass. The small contact was enough to make her scream out in pain.

“Take her to the infirmary.” The other guard said.

“Me!? She’s got piss all over her!” The guard said with disgust, “You do it!”

“I’ve been here longer; you do what I say.” The other guard let out a harsh laugh that sounded even more like a bark in the small room, “Or maybe I speak to Mr. Roberts, and you can join Ryan as the second guy in here…”

“Asshole.” The second guard grumbled as he knelt down next to Anna.

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Fresh from her "interrogation", Anna is in the infirmary. She finds a sympathetic doctor who has a surprise for her.

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What happened next was a bit of a blur for Anna. She exclaimed in pain as the guard lifted her up and cradled her in front of him. She was carried through the main room of the nursery where she heard whispers from the other women, it hadn’t really occurred to her that they very likely heard the screams through the small door.

Anna didn’t see Ryan though, and she was taken through the doors back towards the room with their crib. Before reaching Anna and Ryan’s “cell”, the guard turned through a separate door. He grunted a greeting to some other men that apparently worked there. Anna could feel that she was being stared at even as she kept her eyes closed. The guard kicked open one half of some doble doors and then sidled inside, making sure Anna’s head didn’t hit anything.

“Got one for you, doc.” The guard said.

“Hmm, oh, put her over there.” The doctor replied.

The guard placed Anna face up in the bed which caused her to scream until she was able to roll over on to her front. The guard left and Anna felt like she was actually getting a little respite. She drifted in and out of consciousness for some time. Her exhaustion would have her fall asleep until she was awoken by the doctor doing something that caused her fresh pain.

“I don’t know what you did, girl, but you certainly pissed someone off.” The doctor said as he rubbed ointment on Anna’s bruised and bleeding ass.

The infirmary was rather rudimentary. There were only three beds, and she was the only occupant. She noticed, when she looked over the doctor’s desk, that he was playing solitaire on his computer. It didn’t suggest that he was particularly busy.

For a while the doctor was content for there to be little more than a pee pad underneath Anna. She didn’t like it; it made her feel like an animal. She liked it even less when the doctor came back with a diaper. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but clearly, she wasn’t healed as the padding felt like needles against her skin. The fact that she only grimaced and teared up rather than full on screamed suggested progress.

“I think you’re about ready to return to gen pop.” The doctor said after a diaper change in which he studied Anna’s butt. He checked his watch and pursed his lips, “You won’t be comfortable for some time but there’s little more I can do.”

“How long have I been here?” Anna asked. After drifting in and out of sleep so many times she had no idea if it had been hours or days.

“A day.” The doctor replied as he lowered the railings on one side of the bed and helped Anna out. A move that Anna was surprised by, and the shock must’ve shown on her face.

“Not all of us are as heavy-handed as the person who did that to you.” The doctor said.

It would’ve been overstating things to suggest that he was being sympathetic to Anna. It was more like he believed girls to be delicate little things that needed guidance rather than punishment. Anna had met men like him before. They were a little more bearable to be around as they tended to be less overbearing, but that didn’t mean they were any sort of ally to her. Especially not doctors like this one, employed by the state and existing to keep women like her in line.

“I’ll walk you back to your crib.” The doctor said, “The daycare is closing soon, and your husband will be joining you shortly.”

Anna could only walk with her arm around the doctor’s shoulders. Every movement caused fresh pain. The soft cotton of the diaper felt more like sandpaper to her barely recovered ass. It took several minutes to make the short journey down the corridor to the cell. It gave her time to see more of where she was.

The corridor was smaller than she thought. Aside from the door to the infirmary and the door to the main hallway, there were only a couple of other rooms. One seemed to be for admin, judging by the window in the wall, and the other a staff room. As Anna limped past this second door, she heard some comments followed by laughter. It was hard to know if they were directed at her.

Anna was taken back to her crib and helped in by the doctor. The side was raised and he stood back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Anna winced as she sat down, then gave up trying to comfortable and laid on her side instead.

“You know, you’re different to how I expected.” The doctor said.

“Huh?” Anna frowned.

The doctor smiled and looked around the room. He raised his arms and as if to indicate something that Anna couldn’t see.

“The cameras and microphones are turned off.” The doctor said simply, “Only for a few minutes, it was the best I could do, and it took longer to get you back here than I expected.”

“I don’t understand…” Anna shook her head.

“Take this…” The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. Despite saying the cameras were off he still looked around conspiratorially before reaching through the bars. He pulled the waistband of Anna’s diaper away from her body and slipped the paper inside, “Hide it. Read it under the covers and show Ryan if you wish, afterwards you need to get rid of it.”

“But…” Anna didn’t understand what was happening.

“It’s from a mutual friend.” The doctor said, “Well, a friend of yours, and my bank account at least.”

Anna just stared at the doctor. She was hugely confused, and it was like her brain had short-circuited. The doctor let out a little chuckle and then checked his watch, his face quickly went back to normal.

“We only have about thirty seconds.” The doctor said, “If that note gets found, it didn’t come from me. Hopefully you won’t see me again.”

The doctor turned and swiftly exited the room. Anna stared after him at the door, wondering if what she saw had really happened. She looked up at the corner of the room where a camera was sitting and facing the crib, after a few seconds she saw a very small red light come on. That seemed to give credence to what the doctor said about the cameras being off.

Anna tried to think logically. Was it possible the doctor was on her side? She hadn’t met any men that were sympathetic to her plight before, with the exception of Ryan. She knew there were other ones out there though. It was possible he was only sympathetic insofar as he was being paid.

The problem was that there were other, less optimistic, possibilities. It might’ve been a trap. They knew that Ryan had been operating under orders from someone else, perhaps she was being goaded into somehow giving away the information that she and Ryan had guarded. She could feel the piece of paper in her diaper, pressing against her skin, it was extremely tempting to read it but she needed to be careful.

It was fortunate that Anna waited as the doors banged open a minute later and Ryan was led in. He perked up as soon as he saw Anna, but he didn’t say anything. The smile said more than anything else could’ve.

“Looks like your girl’s back.” The guard who had previously given Ryan an enema said, “Not surprised you’re lying down. I saw the pictures. Won’t be sitting for a month, I suspect.”

Anna tried not to let it show that she was only now learning there were photos of the aftermath of her spanking. The side of the crib came down and Ryan was given a shove as he climbed in. He went straight to Anna and put an arm over her, smiling down with love. Anna sighed. Despite everything, it was good to be reunited with her husband.

“See you later, ladies.” The guard said as the side of the drib rattled back into place.

Anna turned her head and watched the guards leave. The door closed and she let out a sigh, briefly rolling on to her back until she felt the pain in her ass and moved back to her side. Ryan laid next to her and hugged her so gently she almost didn’t feel him.

“Are you alright?” Ryan asked rather urgently, “I’ve been so worried, and they wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“I’m OK. Just going to be sore for a while.” Anna replied.

It was clear that just seeing Anna feeling stronger and speaking with more force was doing a lot to help Ryan’s anxieties. It seemed like some tension left his body and he relaxed into the hug a little more. Anna wriggled up closer to him, enjoying his warmth and comfort after her traumatic couple of days.

“I wanted to help, I really did!” Ryan said urgently, “But I couldn’t. I wanted to tell them everything, I wanted to take your place, I…”

“Shh…” Anna whispered quietly, “It’s OK. You did everything you could.”

“I feel so pathetic.” Ryan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “I can’t even protect you. They’re right! I’m supposed to be a man and yet… look at me!”

Ryan pulled away from the hug and backed away. He looked disgusted at himself, as if he didn’t deserve to even be touching Anna. She hadn’t seen him like that since he had first broken down and revealed he wasn’t the asshole she feared he was. Ryan was having a really tough time with the psychological aspects of their detention. She understood why. This was something she was more than used to, Ryan was suddenly getting thrown in at the deep end of what everyday life was like for millions of women in Sallas.

“Come back here.” Anna said as she opened her arms.

Ryan shook his head, but when Anna kept her arms out, he eventually slid back between them. She could feel him shaking a little as if trying to stop himself from crying. It was understandable. Ryan had been brought up in a hyper-masculine environment where he was expected to be the alpha male in every situation and his mom, the closest woman to him, had been turned into little more than a toy for his father. Even though he fully supported Anna, there was still a shame that came with not being masculine. It was a feeling that was being magnified by the place they found themselves trapped.

“Pull the covers up.” Anna said after a few minutes when it seemed that Ryan had gotten a hold of himself.

“Why?” Ryan asked.

“Because I want some private time with my husband.” Anna spoke up for the benefit of any microphone in the room. It seemed like a perfectly acceptable thing for her to do.

Ryan reached down to one of the blankets and pulled it up until it covered both their shoulders. Anna grabbed the edge and pulled it up even further so that their feet came out the other end, but their heads were hidden.

“Anna, I don’t…” Ryan started.

Anna put a hand to her lips in the semi-darkness underneath the thin blanket. She reached down under her diaper with Ryan watching and frowning, no doubt he thought this was the last place Anna would want to do anything quite so adult. Anna grabbed the note from the doctor and pulled it out. It was a simple piece of lined paper that appeared to have been torn from a notebook and folded in half.

Anna held the paper between their two bodies. The air underneath the cover was already becoming stifling from their body heat, taking on that particular feeling of repeatedly rebreathed oxygen. Anna didn’t mind, even if both her husband and her smelled faintly of pee.

With a trembling hand, Anna reached down and opened the paper. There were only five words written, but it was enough to make Anna’s eyes open wide. She looked up at her husband to see that he was having a similar reaction.

The diaper between Anna’s legs warmed suddenly as she looked down at the note again. She would’ve been less embarrassed if she had known that her husband’s diaper was heating up for the same reason. She stared at the note again, feeling her eyes tearing up a little, the events of the last few days threatening to collapse upon her. Anna and Ryan stared down at the five words in silence, breathing each other’s smells, trapped in a daycare that they had no idea they would ever escape.

“We haven’t forgotten about you.” And underneath the words was a picture of a red rose.

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Finally allowed to go home, Anna and Ryan have a couple of surprises waiting for them. 

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Anna didn’t expect boredom. After everything that had happened, and especially after the spanking that had badly bruised her butt, she had expected things to continue to get worse. By the time she had limped into the nursery the next day she had convinced herself it was going to be a repeat. But it wasn’t. Instead, seemingly nothing happened. The previous boring routine of enforced babyhood returned. It was anticlimactic, after the note from The Rose Resistance, which with no other ways to dispose of it Anna had chewed up and swallowed, it felt like the soldiers on ropes should’ve been swinging in through the windows to liberate them. Instead, it was back to the routine.

The lack of action may have proven to be somewhat pleasant if it wasn’t for the dread. Anna spent her days looking over to the entrance constantly, expecting to see Mr. Sawyer swaggering in to take them back to the small side room, or to some place worse. She expected the doors to burst open at any minute with news that the phone had been found and that it was over for her. Every time the door opened, she felt her heart stop, every time it proved to be just another of the guards, she felt relief flood her system and chase the adrenaline away.

After four days, Anna was pretty confident that, somehow or other, nobody had checked the attic. It seemed improbable that the phone was missed and yet they were still there. The days were humiliating, but after surviving the spanking and everything that came with it, she felt a strength that had perhaps been waning before. She was more confident than ever that they could get through it. It seemed Ryan was similarly buoyed, though it was obvious that the things that made Anna embarrassed were a lot worse for him. She had felt his body shake in the crib, crying when he thought she was asleep.

“Do you think they’re ever going to come back for us?” Ryan asked one morning when they were sat in the reading corner, hidden from view.

“Probably.” Anna replied with a sigh, “We’re “valuable”, remember?”

“Then what are they waiting for?” Ryan asked.

Anna tried not to stare even though she could see that the sides of the diaper sticking out from the onesie were yellowed. Ryan’s first few times using the diaper had been difficult, it seemed to be getting increasingly easy for him. She didn’t want to bring attention to it, so she looked away when Ryan turned to her.

“I don’t know.” Anna finally said, “Maybe they’re still searching the house.”

Anna was flipping through the thick cardboard pages of a colourful baby book. She had no interest in it, obviously, but she was incredibly bored. It felt like the lack of stimulation was going to get to her before anything else. She was lying on her front, still doing whatever she could to keep pressure off her rear end. Getting sat in the highchair was hell.

“They might never come back.” Ryan said. His voice was flat, and he was staring into the middle-distance. There was a lengthy pause before he continued, “Anna, I’m… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Anna asked, looking up at him.

“I never knew how hard it was to…” Ryan’s eyes were shimmering, and he looked away. He took a couple of shaky breaths.

“It’s OK.” Anna said, “I was used to it.”

That didn’t seem to make Ryan feel any better. He made an excuse about needing to go elsewhere and Anna let him have alone time. She thought she understood what he was saying. He was experiencing life on the female side of the fence and was finding it harder than he had even imagined. No doubt he was thinking women he knew and what they went through. Anna didn’t tell him that their stay in the nursery, whilst no picnic, was far from the worst thing possible.

Days continued to pass. Anna and Ryan tried to keep each other sane, but it was impossible to not acknowledge that time was passing, and they were still in the daycare. The worries that they were being left there, forgotten about, grew. Two weeks after the spanking, when nothing more had happened, Anna was starting to wonder if Ryan had been correct and they were being left there for good.

Anna was starting to lose track of the days passing when she was woken in the crib, in Ryan’s arms, as usual. However, instead of the normal guards, it was Mr. Sawyer who walked in, flanked by the same two goons that had been present at the spanking. Anna automatically got up and turned to face the entrants, backing up to the far corner of the crib whilst Ryan sleepily looked over and got on to his knees.

“Good morning, little ones.” Mr. Sawyer said brightly.

Anna didn’t know what time it was, but it felt like it was early. They were always left to sleep at a similar time and the fact that she was still tired probably meant it was the early hours of the morning. Despite that, Mr. Sawyer looked and sounded as he always did. It was like he was a machine.

“Aww, why the long faces?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he approached the crib.

Anna gripped the bars behind her. She could feel her bottom throbbing as if getting ready for more abuse. Ryan had partially moved in front of her, something that the guards seemed to find particularly funny.

“Oh, you’re still thinking of all that spanking nonsense…” Mr. Sawyer shook his head and waved a hand dismissively as if it was nothing, “Water under the bridge. We’ve searched high and low and found nothing. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t all some small mistake after all. Oh well, the point is, I have an exciting possibility for you both, a special limited time offer.”

Anna and Ryan didn’t say anything. They stayed where they were, muscles tensed and ready to defend themselves if they had to, something that was clear to be a futile effort if it came to it. Mr. Sawyer tilted his head and looked expectantly at the two captives, waiting for them to say something. They remained silent.

“Really!?” Mr. Sawyer stepped away from the crib, his voice filled with apparent surprise, “Nothing? You’re not even curious as to what it might be?”

Anna and Ryan remained silent. It wasn’t a tactic they had discussed, but a natural response to the threat to their freedom who was currently walking back towards his guards.

“I don’t know, boys, I’m starting to think they don’t like me.” Mr. Sawyer said. The two goons laughed, “And to think, I was going to offer them the chance to go home…”

“What?” It was Ryan who spoke up.

“Never mind.” Mr. Sawyer said with a wide smile. He waved his guards to follow him, “Come on, we can get breakfast on the way back to the office.”

“Wait!” It was Anna speaking up this time. She was unable to watch a chance to leave the facility they were in walk out the door.

Mr. Sawyer did indeed stop. His hand was on the door handle, but he pulled it away again, turning on his heels to look back at the barred baby bed. He nodded to the two guards who went over and lowered the side of the crib. Anna and Ryan looked at each other briefly but made no move to get out of their cage.

“I don’t know…” Mr. Sawyer said as he slowly sauntered forwards, “You rather insulted me just now, the silent treatment, it breaks my heart after all we’ve been through.”

The guards’ arms came into the crib and both Anna and Ryan were pulled out of it. They struggled until the were on the floor, forced to kneel in front of Mr. Sawyer whilst he looked down at them, smile as wide as his face. It was clear that taunting the couple was a particular highlight for him.

“Do you want to go home?” Mr. Sawyer asked.

Ryan muttered a yes whilst Anna belatedly nodded her head. Mr. Sawyer tutted and took a deep breath as if disappointed in the pair of them. The man was so close to her, she was beyond tempted to swing her arm and hit him straight in the balls. The momentary satisfaction would almost be worth what would inevitably follow.

“You’ll have to do better than that…” Mr. Sawyer said.

“We want to go home.” Ryan said through clenched teeth.

“No, I’m not sure I believe you.” Mr. Sawyer replied casually, “I think you must really like it here.”

“Let us go home…” Anna muttered, “Please.”

“Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said simply.

Anna looked up at him. If looks could kill, then her eyes would’ve been firing lasers at that moment. He was smiling down at them smugly, holding all the cards and not afraid to lay his whole hand on the table. She was practically shaking from how angry she was. There was no reason to humiliate them like that, it was purely to stroke the man’s ego. Anna opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she caught Ryan looking at her. He widened his eyes a little and then turned back to face forwards.

“Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’m very sorry for my mistake. I’ve learnt my lesson, please let us go home.” Ryan lowered his head down until his forehead was touching the floor right in front of Mr. Sawyer’s shoe.

Anna looked at her husband, almost sickened by the subservience. Even if there was a very good reason for it, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Clearly Mr. Sawyer and his guards couldn’t either, they all started laughing as Ryan kept his face to the floor, probably too embarrassed to look up, Anna thought.

“You really don’t have any balls at all do you?” Mr. Sawyer practically spat the words at Ryan, “Just no fight at all. You know, I’ve seen those foreign degenerates talking about being born the wrong gender and I used to think it was a load of bullshit… but then I met you.”

Anna clenched her fists. She remembered Charlie, the person who had tried to escape the nursery at college with Jane. She had failed in her attempt and the last Anna saw of her she was awaiting her transfer to Finishing School. Anna felt a jolt when she realised that with all the time was passed, the rebellious young Charlie was now probably fully regressed and submissive. It was a thought that made her feel nauseous.

“Maybe we should take those from him, boss.” One of the guards said in a gravelly voice, “He clearly doesn’t need them.”

It was taking all the willpower Anna possessed to not launch herself at the people humiliating her husband. Fear held her back, and she hated to acknowledge it. She had always thought against subjugating herself to a man, she was her own woman, and she was proud. After everything she had seen from the man towering over her, she felt genuine fear that he would do something if she tried to assert herself. Anna tried not to think of it in terms of becoming who the men of Sallas wanted her to become, instead she tried to frame it in practical terms. She couldn’t do anything if she got herself hurt again.

“Alright, Ryan, you are the most pathetic man I’ve ever seen, by some margin.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You can go home.”

Ryan lifted his head from the floor and looked at Anna. There were tears on his face, but he looked cautiously optimistic. He stood up and hesitantly made his way past Mr. Sawyer. Anna made to stand up, but Mr. Sawyer put a hand on the top of her head to stop her.

“Not you.” Mr. Sawyer said as he pushed Anna down and back to her knees.

“Mr. Sawyer, I…” Ryan started. He fell silent when the government man lifted a hand to tell him to be silent.

“Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said to Anna.

Anna felt the bile rise up in her throat. The thought of begging for anything made her ill, she would’ve sooner gone back into the damn crib. Behind the government man, Ryan was looking around with anxious concern. He knew Anna, therefore he knew that kneeling down for any man was something that antithetical to her very nature. Anna was breathing heavily, she could feel the red mist threatening to descend over her, she knew if it happened that what came next would be bad. Very bad.

“If you don’t do what I say.” Mr. Sawyer’s smile was gone as he leaned down in front of Anna, almost daring her to do something, “Ryan will be back here with you, and we will let you both rot.”

Anna felt a tear roll down her cheek as she maintained eye contact. If what Mr. Sawyer said was designed to goad her into a response, he was mistaken. Anna would’ve found it impossible to beg for her own life, but begging for Ryan was something that came just a little easier. After every humiliation her husband had suffered, she owed it to Ryan to get him out if she was able. She dropped her gaze to the floor.

“Please, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna whispered, “I’m sorry we’ve been bad, and it won’t happen again.”

“More.” Mr. Sawyer demanded.

“I… I’m…” Anna was trying to think about what to say. In a bid to seem more supplicant she lowered her head down, copying Ryan’s position, “I want to go home. If you let us leave, I promise we’ll be good and do what we’re told…”

“Keep going.” Mr. Sawyer said as he lowered his own head to remain close.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” Anna exclaimed. It wasn’t anger in the words; it was desperation. She had swallowed her pride and agreed to do as she was told, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you to know that you have NO power here. None!” Mr. Sawyer’s voice barked so loudly that Anna jumped, “The fact you’ve got this far without that fact entering your tiny female mind is pure luck. I will not allow you to continue with the charade that you are in ANY WAY equal to me!”

Anna didn’t have to act as more tears tolled down her face, dripping to the floor beneath her. She took a couple of deep breaths as she tried to steady herself. She had been shouted at before, she had been insulted and told she was less than others for most of her life, but she had rarely felt so vulnerable. She lifted her hands to wipe her face and found them shaking so much that they were almost useless.

“Now you have one more chance to convince me that you understand how things are, how they’ve been and how they ALWAYS will be.” Mr. Sawyer said with menace, “You girls are nothing without men. The food you eat, the house you live in, the very air you breath… It only happens because I allow it!”

Anna shook. Mr. Sawyer stood up.

“Now BEG!” Mr. Sawyer demanded loudly.

“Please, Sir!” Anna cried out desperately, “I’m nothing without you and all the other men who look after me! I’m so grateful and I just want to go home so I can be a good wife and citizen! I want to help in any way I can!”

Anna, all reason fallen away in her desperate fear, crawled forwards a few inches and started to kiss Mr. Sawyer’s shoes. At that moment she would’ve done anything to be allowed to leave. She could hear the men laughing as she continued until the government man pulled his foot away.

“Now that’s more like it.” Mr. Sawyer said, “Was it so hard? You’ve got it good here. A nice house, free food, a lovely neighbourhood… You’ve been very ungrateful to us.”

Anna lifted her tear-streaked face and nodded. Mr. Sawyer regarded her for a second, it seemed like he was trying to ascertain whether Anna had finally been broken. She wasn’t sure herself. She felt as if she had been rocked by what had happened at the facility, the daily humiliations seeming to weaken her walls. She knew that before going there that she would never have broken down the way she just had. It made her even more worried. If this is what a daycare did to her, what would an actual Finishing School do? She was doubting she was even remotely as strong as she thought.

“Alright, get them changed, cleaned and load them up.” Mr. Sawyer said to the guards as he turned away, “This one smells like she needs a change first.”

Anna wasn’t immediately sure what Mr. Sawyer meant. She was hauled to her feet, and as it happened, she felt the mess in the back of her diaper. She had no idea when it had happened.

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Anna held on to Ryan’s hand as the large black car made its way through the streets. It was a tight squeeze on that back seat with the two guards sitting on either side of the couple. Mr. Sawyer was up front next to a driver who was taking them away from the daycare and, presumably, back towards there home.

Ryan squeezed Anna’s hand a couple of times, trying to get her attention. Anna didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. She felt utter disgust with herself. Her entire sense of identity was built on a foundation of her personal strength, now she had felt them wobble. More than wobble, they had cracked and half-collapsed with the rest of her balancing on the wreckage precariously. She had begged to be allowed to go home. She could argue she did it for Ryan, that she did it for The Rose Resistance, or for whatever other reason; but the real reason she got down on her knees and kissed the shoe of her oppressor was fear.

Anna was scared. She had always thought she could resist the masculinity that pervaded Sallas, that nothing men could do would ever break her. When the threat of Finishing School became real, she had buckled, when she had been spanked so hard she had briefly disassociated, when she had seen Ryan breaking, it all scared her to the point that she would’ve done anything to go home.

Which was where Anna was now heading. Her home, the well-appointed and fully furnished house in a gated community. A neighbourhood she wasn’t allowed to leave without an escort, a house that felt more oppressive than any prison cell.

“We do have one thing to take care of before dropping you off.” Mr. Sawyer said.

“What?” Ryan asked warily.

“Well, it’s such a nice day…” Mr. Sawyer turned in the front seat to look back at the diapered couple, “We thought we could film a few more commercials before turning you loose.”

Anna could feel that Ryan had gone very tense. They didn’t get long to dwell on it though, the car turned and stopped in front of a gate. Some IDs were checked and then the car was waved through. It felt strangely unreal to Anna, to look out the window at the place she had been living, it hadn’t changed, and Anna wasn’t exactly sure why that was a surprise to her. It did bring to her mind one topic that had never left, but which she’d had little recourse to ask about.

“Erm, sir?” Anna asked. The deferential words tasting like acid in her mouth.

“Yes?” Mr. Sawyer turned his seat with a smirk.

“Can I ask… what happened to Jane while we’ve been away?” Anna asked. She felt a surge in worry for her friend that until very recently had been hidden under layers of concern for herself and her husband.

“You want to know if we sent her back to Finishing School?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He seemed to be enjoying keeping Anna in suspense.

Anna nodded. She couldn’t open her mouth; she was too afraid it would lead to her bursting into tears.

“You don’t need to worry about Jane.” Mr. Sawyer finally said as he turned to face forwards again, “That simple minded girl has been looked after.”

As Mr. Sawyer chuckled, Anna felt at once relieved and crushed. On the one hand the fact that Jane hadn’t been taken away was very good, they probably considered her as not even capable of taking part in a seditious scheme. On the other hand, it meant that she was gone. Jane would be without any chance of getting the shots she needed to recover from her time in Finishing School, and God only knew what was happening to her with her “foster family.”

Anna sat back in her seat. A flood of mixed emotions flowed through her. She saw Ryan looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She gave him a small smile, and he squeezed her hand in solidarity.

The car rolled slowly down the main street with houses on either side. Anna leaned forwards to look out the window and saw the familiar buildings, they didn’t offer any relief, not even when her house came into view. It didn’t feel like a home anymore.

Their destination, it turned out, was the play park towards the back of the fenced in community. It was busy, Anna could see a lot of children there, as well as women like her, expected to play and “have fun” as if they were still children themselves.

The rear doors opened, and the guards slipped out. Anna and Ryan exited the car and, for the first time since they had been taken to the daycare, they stepped out into the sun. Anna could immediately feel eyes on her. Mr. Sawyer had taken pains to describe how successful their marketing had been, that it was the only thing that kept them out of Finishing School, they were too valuable to Sallas. Now it seemed like everyone was looking their way. Anna didn’t see too much excitement or happiness though, she got the impression everyone was wary about them, the dissidents being watched by the government, it wouldn’t do to appear to be close to them in any way.

“Alright, it’s an easy one.” Mr. Sawyer said. Over his shoulder various people with different cameras were setting up their equipment, “We just need you to play, we’re getting some b-roll mainly.”

“Erm, sir…” Ryan said. Anna noticed her husband looked particularly embarrassed and then realised he was still in a diaper. He’d had his regular clothes given back to him but he no doubt thought the diaper was obvious, “Can I get my regular underwear back?”

“Once you get home.” Mr. Sawyer said with his wolfish smile. He stepped closer to Ryan and lowered his voice, “What’s the matter, boy? Need a change already?”

Ryan lowered his head submissively and shook his head. Anna almost subconsciously followed suit. A sign of submission towards the man who had the power to destroy her life with a single word. She didn’t like how easy it was to fall into that mindset of compliance. It was like a drug, giving in to it was so easy compared to fighting.

“Maybe we should keep you in diapers.” Mr. Sawyer continued to Ryan, “We’ve got a lot of interesting footage from the daycare after all…”

Anna lifted her head just enough to see her husband’s face go white despite the heat of the day. He looked away from her.

“You can change out of your diaper when we are done here.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped back, “Now, sit on that bench. Anna, go and play.”

Ryan walked forwards. She didn’t know if anyone else could tell that her husband was diapered, but it seemed pretty obvious to her. The way his but stuck out in such a round way could only mean one thing. The gate was opened, and Ryan led the way inside. He sat at one of the picnic tables, it must’ve been jarring going from being treated like a baby for so long to having to assume the caregiver role again, whilst Anna stood nearby and looked around.

“What did he mean?” Anna asked Ryan, “About the “interesting footage…””

“Probably the enema and stuff.” Ryan replied without looking at her. He wasn’t a good liar.

“Ryan…” Anna started.

“We can talk about it later.” Ryan hissed quietly.

Nearby, various crew members were setting up, and Anna could see them smirking. She nodded her head and walked away from Ryan, heading towards the sandpit that was occupied by two kids and a baby. She had been put into a short dress, the material was thin, and the bottom didn’t cover her padding completely, even when she was stood still.

Lacking any other direction from Mr. Sawyer or anyone else, Anna sat down in the corner of the sand box and grabbed a nearby bucket and spade to start digging. She could hear the photographs being taken and see the film crews getting lots of footage. She would occasionally get a command to smile at the camera or wave, things she did without hesitation, the fear of being taken away or punished still filling her mind.

They were there for hours. The worst part, for Anna, was when Ryan was required to “help” her. Pictures of her on the screen with Ryan pushing her, holding her hand as she moved through a climbing frame, and basically acting like any good dad would. When she was shown some of the shots they had taken, she felt sick. These images wouldn’t need much manipulation to make her look happy, they’d told her to smile, and she had done just that.

“Excellent, excellent…” Mr. Sawyer concluded when he looked at a selection of footage, “Well, it seems a little stay in a facility at the government’s expense has done you both the world of good. I dare say this has been your best work yet.”

Anna felt a traitorous little glow of pride in doing a good job. She immediately doused it with the cold reality in which she lived. It was difficult not to feel happy about returning home though, it was so nearby, and she was anxious to get inside. She waited for Mr. Sawyer to give the word, but he wasn’t doing it. He was looking at the footage and then around at the neighbourhood. Finally, his eyes settled on Anna and Ryan.

“You know, you’ve done such a good job, I wonder if I shouldn’t just have you locked back up.” Mr. Sawyer idly mused, “It seems to make you much more polite and docile.”

Anna thought she was going to throw up. The idea of going back to that daycare, or any place like it, made bile surge up into her oesophagus. Her mouth opened and closed silently. She didn’t know what to do or say.

“Mr. Sawyer, I think I can promise that if you allow us to return home.” Ryan stepped forwards to say, “That we will continue being good. I think that time in the daycare really altered our thinking.”

“Hmm.” Mr. Sawyer sounded bored, “I don’t know.”

Anna was starting to be overwhelmed with panic. She couldn’t go back to that daycare, only being allowed to leave when the government needed to parade her around or something equally humiliating. It might not have been Finishing School, but it was close enough for her to know she would do anything to avoid it. Whatever scraps of dignity remained were thrown aside. Nothing was more important than being allowed to go home.

Anna threw herself to the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. She crawled forwards towards him, not caring that it was giving the rest of the world a view of her diaper, by now clearly wet. She started kissing Mr. Sawyer’s feet, repeating what had worked at the daycare.

“Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’ll… I’ll be a good girl if I can go home now.” Anna even raised her voice to sound more like a little girl, “I’ll never be naughty again.”

Anna could hear the other people in Mr. Sawyer’s entourage laughing. She kept kissing the shoe until she heard Mr. Sawyer’s voice join the laughter. Anna was pretty sure the other people at the playground were laughing too. It didn’t matter.

“I just want to go home, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna said before returning to kissing the shoe that had been stepping on her since it had first walked into her crappy old apartment.

“She is well trained.” Mr. Sawyer said. He raised his voice to address the nearby onlookers, “Another successful product of the Sallas system.”

There was some applause and cheering. Anna felt tears running down her face, but she didn’t dare get up from her submissive kneeling position. Eventually she saw Mr. Sawyer crouching in front of her, a hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. He maintained eye contact for a few seconds, perhaps judging if this was some sort of act. He eventually nodded his head.

“You can go home. We’ve just finished making a few alterations whilst you’ve been hard at work for us, I’m sure you’ll understand.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But you are walking a tightrope. One little slip and it’s all over for you, understood?”

Anna nodded her head. Blinking tears out of her eyes, Anna watched Mr. Sawyer get up and start packing away equipment. She felt sick, truly physically nauseous, she wanted to throw up and she knew that once she started, she probably wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing left to come up.

“What are you waiting for?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he looked over at Anna.

Anna got to her feet and ran. She didn’t care that she could feel the plastic of her diaper rubbing her thighs raw, she didn’t care that she was loudly crying, she needed to get back to her home as soon as humanly possible. She heard footsteps behind her and worried for a moment that guards were chasing her down, instead it was Ryan.

“Anna…” Ryan said.

Anna didn’t hear anything else. Her stomach was lurching, and her sobs came out as wet gasps that seemed to tear the air out of her lungs. When they reached the front door Anna banged against it, expecting it to be closed and locked. It wasn’t. The door swung open, and Anna stumbled inside and fell to her hands and knees.

Visions of everything that had happened were running through her head like a film she couldn’t pause. What was done to Ryan, the spanking, her grovelling, the feeling of hopelessness as she was trapped in a facility, the kissing of Mr. Sawyer’s shoes…

Anna crawled forwards, not cognizant of anything but the traumas playing through her mind. If Ryan was saying anything, she couldn’t hear it as her stomach roiled and threatened to spill over. She crawled to the downstairs toilet; a room she’d had precious little reason to enter previously. She barely reached the bowl before she started vomiting. The contents of her stomach like a physical manifestation of her trouble and turmoil as she heaved.

“Oh God…” Ryan said softly as he walked in. He knelt down and helped to hold Anna’s hair out of the way, “It’s OK. Let it out.”

Anna couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. As she predicted out at the playground, once she started there was going to be no stopping until there was simply nothing left. The muscles around her stomach ached as she dry-heaved. It took several minutes before she knew she was done and she dropped to the side of the toilet and cried.

Ryan flushed the toilet and then sat next to Anna, cradling her head in his lap and whispering platitudes. He couldn’t possibly understand what Anna was going through, why she had reacted the way she had. He wouldn’t know how much damage the daycare had done to her feelings of self-worth. The woman who would never give in to any man, reduced to the girl kissing her oppressor’s feet.

They stayed there for some minutes. As Anna’s tears calmed down, they heard a noise outside the small bathroom. Anna stared at the door with Ryan’s hand frozen on her head. There were unsteady footsteps, as if a drunk person was stumbling down the hallway. When the door started open Anna braced herself for the worst, but what she saw took her breath away.

“Mummy?” Jane lisped around a pacifier.

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“Anna, please, you have to eat something.” Ryan said, practically pleading with his wife.

Anna didn’t respond. She was sitting on the floor in the living room and completely unmoved by the smells coming from the kitchen. Ryan bit his lip. He was getting very worried, and as much as he was trying to give Anna time and space to process everything, he also felt like he was operating close to the edge. He hadn’t slept much in the few days since they were allowed home. It was difficult to sleep when every night brought nightmare flashbacks of the daycare.

Ever since getting home, Anna had been acting… differently. The strongest woman he knew, who seemed to be able to take everything Sallas threw at her and maintain her sense of self was now on the floor and playing with toys next to Jane.

Anna wasn’t regressed, certainly not in the same way Jane had been, but she was acting in certain babyish ways that just seemed so wrong coming from her. At first Ryan had tried to get her interested in more age-appropriate activities but it hadn’t worked, so he let her do whatever it seemed she needed to do. Perhaps, even for an independent woman like Anna, there was a certain therapeutic quality in just letting go of adult concerns, if only for a little while. The problem Ryan was having was that dealing with his own trauma whilst also taking care of the two women was stretching him to his limit.

“I made this Daddy!” Jane said when she saw Ryan in the doorway. She held up the colouring book to a picture of a childishly drawn orange cat with mismatched eyes.

“Well done.” Ryan said with a half-hearted smile.

Anna looked up. She was blushing a little, but Ryan just gave her a friendly smile and turned away. He didn’t want his wife to feel bad about whatever she had to do to cope with recent events, he just hoped he’d get his old firebrand of a wife back sooner rather than later. He made his way to the doorway when he was suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Jane? What’s that?” It was Anna.

Ryan turned back around to see that his wife had grabbed Jane’s colouring book away from her. Anna looked from the picture to Jane and then up to Ryan. She turned the book around to reveal a red rose. Jane had turned the page in her colouring book to a page that didn’t have the outline of anything to colour in, but someone had drawn a stylised red rose that looked very familiar.

Ryan and Anna turned to Jane at the same time. She seemed completely unaware of anything going on around her. With the colouring book taken away she had pulled over and a couple of dolls and was holding one out for Anna.

“Jane, what is this?” Anna asked as she held up the colouring book and pointed at the picture.

“Flower.” Jane said absent-mindedly.

“Why did you draw the flower?” Anna asked. She sounded almost manic, that if Jane didn’t tell her what she wanted to know she would suddenly leap on her and demand answers.

“Garden.” Jane replied.

Anna looked at Ryan. As one they quickly scrambled out of the room. Ryan went to the front door and stepped outside whilst Anna ran to the back. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary as he looked around the yard. Then he became aware of how weird it could look to other people. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself as he backed up and went back inside.

“Ryan!” Anna’s voice came echoing down the halls.

Ryan ran past a bemused looking Jane to the back door. Anna was standing halfway down the backyard and looking at a flowerbed. Ryan quickly went to stand by her side, he looked down to see a single, very red, rose in the middle of the flowers. It was the only rose on the property as far as Ryan could tell. That specific type of flower not being particularly favoured thanks to the freedom fighters with the same name.

“What should we do?” Anna asked.

Ryan tried not to notice that this was out of character for Anna. That before the daycare his wife would’ve already been yanking the rose out of the ground. Ryan looked around. The fences were high, but if someone wanted to look in, they probably could.

“Dig it up.” Ryan said, “Just… act natural. Like you’re gardening.”

Anna bent down and gingerly touched the rose and then lowered her hands to the soil at the flower’s base. For a second, Ryan was reminded of war movies, and the characters gently checking for mines. That disappeared as Anna started to scoop dirt away. A gust of wind came by and blew up the bottom of her dress just enough to show off the bottom of her diaper, Ryan chose not to say anything.

“There’s… something here!” Anna said excitedly.

Ryan stepped closed and squatted down next to his wife. He saw, in the dirt a wooden box. Anna had to shovel more dirt away to get it out of the hole completely. Anna was growing impatient and she rapidly threw dirt to the side and pulled on the box until it came loose.

“Careful of splinters.” Ryan said.

Anna pulled on the box whilst it was still wedged. When it finally came free, she ended up falling backwards on to her padded butt. Ryan picked up the box as Anna scrambled back up to her knees in the dirt. Ryan held the box and allowed Anna to lift the lid. When she did so, her eyes went wide.

“What is it?” Ryan asked, the lid blocking his view.

Anna held up two plastic bags. One contained the phone they had been contacted by Thorn on, and the other held a whole bunch of syringes with the safety caps on.

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It was an anxious time. Anna and Ryan were, at first, extremely paranoid that they were being watched inside their own home. They scoured the place, under the pretence of cleaning it, looking for any kind of spying devices or cameras.

“Let’s do it.” Anna had said after their second sweep found nothing.

“I don’t know.” Ryan replied. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Maybe one more run through, to make sure?”

“Ryan, we’ve looked everywhere… Twice!” Anna said with impatience, “There’s nothing here.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…” Ryan muttered.

Indeed, some things had changed about the house. Whether it was for a practical joke or some other nefarious reason, Ryan’s bed had been replaced with a large crib. A reminder of exactly what would happen if he messed up again. Anna wasn’t supposed to be sharing it with him, she was supposed to be in the nursery permanently, but after their time at the daycare, neither of them had any inclination to be alone. There was more than enough room in there for both of them to cuddle up. A level of intimacy growing between them, perhaps through shared trauma or just a lot of time together.

“I’m doing it.” Anna finally said as she picked up the clear plastic bag of syringes.

Anna looked at Ryan, seeing if he would attempt to persuade her not to, but he didn’t. That was how Jane got a shot of the anti-regression drugs given to them by, presumably, The Rose Resistance. Just like the first time the drugs were administered, it still took a while for the effects to start being felt. One day, a week or so after the first shot, the three of them were sat in the living room. Jane had her head in her hands as she tried to think.

“If it’s too much we can-…” Ryan started.

“No, no… I think I remember.” Jane said.

Anna put a hand on her friend’s back as she looked up and frowned slightly. She shook her head a little, as if trying to shake off literal cobwebs in her skull. She let out a long breath.

“After you two were taken away I was left here with a couple of guards. I had to pretend I was still fully regressed.” Jane blushed slightly, “They were really lax with watching me. They left me in the nursery after dinner, in the crib. I heard a noise outside, like a scraping on the wall. I remember kneeling on the mattress and looking at the window as a hand appeared there.”

Jane paused and took a sip of a drink before sitting back again.

“I don’t know who it was, but she was dressed all in black.” Jane said, “She had her face covered. I remember just staring in fear. She looked at me and put a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, then she went through the door to the landing. When she came back, she had a little box with the phone and injections in.”

“Did she say anything?” Anna asked.

“The only thing I remember her saying was “Remember the rose.”” Jane said, “She came right up to the crib and said it. Repeatedly. Over and over again. Any time I tried to say anything she stopped me. She stayed there, saying the same thing to me, until we heard footsteps on the stairs. Just like that, she swept back over to the window and left.”

“Do you think it was Thorn?” Ryan asked.

“No.” Anna replied before Jane had a chance, “But it must’ve been one of her agents. They came here and hid the incriminating evidence.”

“What happened after that?” Ryan asked.

“Without the shots I felt the regression taking over again.” Jane said, “The next morning they took me to a “foster family.””

Jane shivered and Anna didn’t press the point. It didn’t seem like it was an experience that Jane wished to re-live, it was likely scarcely any better than the daycare was, perhaps even worse because Jane was on her own. Anna rubbed Jane’s back and placed her other hand on her knee.

Anna felt reinvigorated. After sinking into despair and almost losing herself, she now found that spark back in her life. Getting out of the daycare, and getting away from Mr. Sawyer, had allowed her to finally have a chance to recover. That night, she slept for fifteen hours and when she woke it was like emerging out of a cocoon, her fire re-lit and her passion ignited. That was until she went down for lunch, having slept through breakfast.

“I can’t believe you’re just going to forgive them.” Ryan said.

“I’m not!” Anna replied crossly, “But if they contact us again, I’m not going to just ignore it.”

“They left us in that daycare.” Ryan said, “If we’d gone to Finishing School that would’ve been it, and it would be no skin off their nose. No, The Rose Resistance would’ve just moved on to find some other rube to do their bidding for them.”

“That’s not fair.” Anna said. She looked at Jane who was sitting at the table and seeming to plead with her eyes for everyone to calm down.

“Isn’t it?” Ryan asked.

“What did you want them to do?” Anna asked, “When we were in there, I wished they would just roll through the wall in some armoured car and break us out, but that isn’t very realistic.”

“They’ve done bigger things elsewhere.” Ryan countered.

Before Anna could reply, Ryan stood up and left the room. Anna slumped down into a seat next to Jane. She hated to say it, but Ryan was at least partially correct. The Rose Resistance had asked her and Ryan to risk everything, and when it all went wrong, they weren’t there to help. She had to admit that she felt some bitterness towards them, but she still recognised them as her only real hope of getting out of the country.

“What’s the world like?” Jane asked, “Outside of Sallas, I mean.”

Anna looked across at her friend and smiled. It was strange to think that she was the only person, out of basically everyone she had met, to know life outside the island Sallas.

“I don’t really remember much.” Anna admitted, “I was just a little girl when I ended up here.”

Anna saw Jane look away in disappointment. It was too much for her, she had to give Jane something to believe in. Some kind of idea that the grass was greener on the other side of the fence.

“I remember feeling… free.” Anna said with a wistful smile, “Well, as free as a kid could be at least. My parents always tried to get me to explore any and all passions. They told me I could be anything.”

“So… everything’s equal?” Jane asked. It looked like the very concept amazed her.

“No.” Anna said, “At least not when I was a kid. There was no real forced separation between the sexes, but men still held the power for the most part. Things were getting better though, slowly but surely. There was no being forced to act like a child, no devotion to “your man”, you could get a job, start a family… or do neither of those things. It was entirely your choice.”

“Sounds like a paradise to me.” Jane said dreamily.

“I’ll show you that world one day.” Anna said as she reached across the table and took Jane’s hand, “I promise.”

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The phone sat on the table vibrating. Anna, Ryan and Jane were all staring at it, no one moving a muscle.

“I should answer it.” Anna said.

“Don’t.” Ryan replied, “I told you. They’re taking advantage of your hope.”

“That hope is all I have.” Anna said, “I’d rather false hope than none at all.”

Ryan’s lips pursed. Anna could read what was going on behind his eyes. He wasn’t going to stop her, but he wasn’t going to encourage it either. It seemed like he wanted nothing to do with Thorn. Anna reached over and picked up the phone. Jane let out a small squeal of excitement, it was clear what she wanted Anna to do.

“Hello?” Anna said as she answered.

“Anna, it’s good to hear your voice.” It was Thorn. The voice was unmistakeable even through the filters designed to make it anonymous.

“After what happened, I don’t know if I should be talking to you.” Anna said.

“Listen-…” Thorn started.

“No! You listen!” Anna retorted loudly. She was looking at Ryan, wanting him to know that she wasn’t going to let herself be pushed around by The Rose Resistance, “We did what you asked of us and it nearly cost us everything!”

“It was… regrettable.” Thorn said, “Our operational security wasn’t quite everything we thought.”

“Yeah, well, it nearly cost us everything.” Anna replied, “You should know that Ryan thinks I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

There was a momentary silence. Anna wasn’t sure if she should continue talking, perhaps Thorn wasn’t saying anything just to see what Anna did. She really didn’t have the patience for this kind of subterfuge; Anna would much rather everyone come out and say exactly what they were thinking. She shifted on her seat and her diaper crinkled. She hoped that it wasn’t picked up by the phone.

“Anna, I’m sorry.” Thorn finally said. There was another pause that seemed to stretch for a long time, “But we still need your help.”

“What’s in it for us?” Anna asked. There was laughter from the other end of the line.

“Not many people have the balls to say that to us.” Thorn said. Her good humour was edged with steel, “Is the cause of female liberation not enough anymore?”

“For me?” Anna said, “Maybe. But I can’t risk Jane or Ryan. They’ve been through enough. This place isn’t so bad, not bad enough to risk it all on a longshot.”

“Do you really believe that?” Thorn asked.

Anna didn’t answer. Everyone, including herself knew that it wasn’t true. She was willing to risk her life if it meant even the slimmest hope of getting back into the regular world. The very thought of it tortured her, the impossibility of her dreams making her heart ache. Wanting to be anywhere else in the world was the last thing she thought about at night and the first thing she thought in the morning.

“What is it you want from me, Anna?” Thorn asked when it became clear Anna wasn’t going to answer.

“I want the same thing I wanted when you first called me.” Anna answered.

“To get out of Sallas?” Thorn paused, “You’re in luck.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked. Her eyes wide and her heart hammering.

“I mean, we want you out of Sallas as well.” Thorn said.

Anna didn’t immediately respond. She was looking at the other two people at the table, they almost certainly couldn’t hear what was being said but they could read Anna’s reactions. Anna bit her lip and waited for more information. Whether it was coincidence or not, her weak bladder emptied into her diaper, filling the silence with a soft warm hiss that she could only hope wasn’t audible to anyone else.

“You’ve become a big celebrity.” Thorn said, “Both in Sallas and outside. We want to get you out so you can spread the word of what is happening here. That’s how you could make the difference in this revolution.”

“But… how?” Anna asked breathlessly.

“It’s very risky.” Thorn said, “But we want you to make one more broadcast for Sallas.”

“Huh?” Anna frowned.

Thorn proceeded to detail a plan that sounded impossible for Anna. A plan that felt like it relied on a miracle set of circumstances to work. Thorn said that her people on the inside of the government had informed her that the next thing Anna would be asked to do was a live segment on the country’s state-owned broadcaster. If Thorn got what she wanted, things wouldn’t be going to the government’s plan at all.

“I won’t lie. Chances are the plan will fall apart. It’s all or nothing. What’s it to be?” Thorn asked.

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“No. Absolutely not.” Ryan said.

“Ryan…” Anna sighed.

“We need to talk about this.” Jane, caught in the middle, tried to mediate.

Anna had just put the phone down and explained what Thorn had said to her husband and Jane. With each word she saw Ryan’s expression grow darker. Towards the end of the plan, he had stood up and started pacing up and down.

“Talk?” Ryan shook his head, “There’s nothing to talk about. I refuse.”

“It could be our only shot!” Anna countered loudly.

“And what a shot it is!” Ryan laughed harshly, “What would you say the odds were? One hundred to one? One THOUSAND to one?”

“It’s not that bad…” Anna said a little more quietly. She implicitly conceded that the odds weren’t in her favour.

“We are comfortable here!” Ryan raised his arms to indicate the kitchen, “Do you really think we could have better than this out there? As refugees in a world we know nothing about?”

“And how long are we safe?” Anna demanded loudly. She hit the table and caused Jane to jump in her seat, “We are here at the mercy of Sallas, and they can take that away at any moment. The second we are no longer useful we will be tossed to the side. What happens then?”

“Please, can we just sit down and talk.” Jane asked. She looked a little distressed.

Anna gave Ryan a look and he rolled his eyes. After getting himself a drink of water, letting the tension in the air simmer, he sat back at the table. His hand was shaking a little bit. Jane looked between the two as if she was afraid they were about to flip the table and go after each other.

“I’m serious.” Ryan said in his normal speaking voice, “This is insane.”

“What happens if we don’t do it?” Jane asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” Anna shrugged her shoulders, “Thorn didn’t say. She just said she would call back in half an hour for our answer. I think that if we say no… she may stop contacting us.”

“Good!” Ryan replied a little too loudly, “Sorry, Jane. I just mean… We’ve tried to help her, and this is the best she can give in return?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed…” Anna said bitterly, “But Sallas is not exactly an easy place to get out of.”

Ryan lifted his hands to his face. Anna said nothing. Until she had been presented with the opportunity, she really didn’t know what she would do if she was presented with an actual plan of escape. It didn’t seem likely to work, failure would almost certainly mean being sent to Finishing School at a minimum, but despite these facts, Anna knew she wouldn’t turn it down. It may have been the most selfish thing in the world, but if that meant risking Ryan and Jane as well, she would do it. She loved them both, she didn’t want to hurt them, but she needed to get out of Sallas with every fibre of her being.

“There has to be a better plan.” Ryan finally said.

“There isn’t.” Anna replied.

“Jane, where do you stand on this lunacy?” Ryan turned to the third person at the table.

Jane looked startled. It seemed she was still getting used to people asking her opinion on anything. She looked back and forth; Anna could practically see her brain trying to work out an answer that didn’t make anybody mad. She almost seemed on the verge of tears as her brain tried to find something that would please both Ryan and Anna.

“I, erm…” Jane said, “Anna’s told me about places outside Sallas and I… Well, they sound wonderful…”

“I don’t disagree.” Ryan said, “But this is insane. An uprising? In the middle of Kingston? Designed to get us separated from our escorts, and then a run to the coast? Can Thorn even pull that off?”

“She’s done pretty big stuff.” Anna said.

They had all seen the news. It seemed that at least once a month The Rose Resistance was pulling off some major act of “terrorism” as the reporters called it. Of course, one man’s terrorist was another woman’s freedom fighter. As big as some of The Rose Resistance’s acts had been, however, this seemed like an order of magnitude bigger.

Thorn had told Anna that there would be chaos in the streets. That once the broadcast was complete, the three of them would be whisked away, hopefully before the authorities could get a handle on the situation. Anna had no idea how many people Thorn commanded or if it would be enough, but it seemed a lot of people were going to risk their lives to get Anna out. She really didn’t think she was worth it, but Thorn insisted the value of having Anna outside the country was worth rolling the dice.

“How long have we got?” Ryan asked.

“She’ll call back in about twenty minutes.” Anna replied as she looked at the clock. Each tick seemed to ramp up the pressure.

Anna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and felt her diaper becoming wetter yet again. It wasn’t that she had no control over it, but when in an agitated or excited state it was something that could slip her mind. She tried not to let herself think that it made her less of a person.

“Think about what you’re risking.” Ryan said seriously.

“I know what I’m risking.” Anna replied, “Look, if either of you don’t want to take part, maybe we could find some way of making it seem like you had no idea or something. Maybe they could tie you up and…”

“I want to go.” Jane said. She interrupted Anna as if she might lose her opportunity to leave, that if she didn’t speak up right then she might forget the words altogether.

“You already know I’ll go wherever you go.” Ryan said. He sighed, Anna could see that he saw his love for her as a burden more than anything at that particular moment, “I just want you to really think about this.”

Anna swallowed. She looked down at the phone in front of her as her mind whirled. She was at the ultimate crossroad. One path led to a comfortable but stifled life, a beautiful cage that she would be taken out of and paraded for the people of Sallas like a rare bird, one where she was safe as long as she was useful. The other path led into the unknown. It led to danger. It was filled with spiked pits, arrow traps, and boulders ready to crush her, and there, right at the very far end, was the faintest glimmer of a better life. It’s dazzling brilliance promising everything she had ever dreamed of if she had the bravery to walk that way.

The only sound in the room was the ticking clock. It felt unfair. If it had been just her and her alone, this would’ve been easy. Her desperation to leave might end up burning her alive, but at least she wouldn’t hurt anyone else. With Jane and Ryan, it wasn’t just her that would get caught in the inferno. In some ways she hated that her brain instantly told her that it was a risk worth taking. That she would risk burning the world for a chance at freedom. It was selfish, she knew that.

The sensible choice would be to tell Thorn no. To tell her to find a way that didn’t risk everyone else, to ask her if she was insane for thinking this plan would work. That would be what a rational mind would say. It would look at the odds and not even think about it. But if Sallas had been made out of rationality, none of it would’ve been happening at all. It was a deeply irrational country, so perhaps being sensible would be a detriment.

When the phone rang everyone in the kitchen was taken by surprise. No doubt they were all lost in their own thoughts. Anna picked up the phone and answered it.

“Well?” Thorn asked form the other side without any preamble.

“We’ll do it.” Anna replied. She looked at Ryan who looked right back at her. Jane’s hands went to her mouth.

“Good.” Thorn replied. For as much of a decision as this had been for the people around the kitchen table, it seemed that Thorn had barely given it a thought, “We’ll be in touch with more information.”

Just like that, the call was ended. Anna continued holding it against her ear. She didn’t know what she expected or wanted, maybe just some comforting words from the leader of the resistance that she was throwing her lot in with. It was done. What she had just locked herself into, she couldn’t be sure, all she knew was that one way or the other the lives of the three people at the table were going to change in a big way.

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Anna woke up feeling a combination of dread, panic and excitement. One way or the other her life, along with Jane’s and Ryan’s, was going to change for good. Thorn had called the previous evening and told her exactly what was going to happen, told her to be ready because they would only get one shot at it.

“I’m shocked you managed to sleep.” Ryan said.

Anna, lying on her back, let her head fall to the side, where Ryan lying and staring at the ceiling. He indeed did look like he had been awake most of the night. The crib meant there wasn’t a lot of room, Anna rolled over and draped her arm across Ryan’s chest, her diaper was damp as it pressed against her husband’s hip. She let out a sigh and, just for a few moments, enjoyed the peace and quiet.

“It’s going to be OK.” Anna said quietly.

“I wish I had your confidence.” Ryan replied. He lifted an arm and placed it on Anna’s back, “How long have we got?”

“Thorn said the shoot was set for midday.” Anna said, “I don’t know when they’ll be coming to get us. Remember, we aren’t supposed to know about it so be appropriately shocked when they turn up.”

Anna felt Ryan’s chest rise and fall as he let out a deep sigh. He didn’t need to say anything, she knew that if it was up to him, they would have nothing to do with the plan. It said a lot about his love for her that he hadn’t put his foot down harder. Sure, they’d discussed it, nearly every night, exhaustively, but it always came down to Anna saying she needed to do it and Ryan nodding his head.

They’d been together and married for a little while by then. Forced together through convenience for their families and happenstance, made to live together despite being strangers. Yet, over time, Anna was certain she had fallen in love with him. It may have been chance that brought them together, but that didn’t make the feelings that had blossomed any less real. Knowing it might be their final day together if things didn’t go there way, as seemed likely, Anna knew she had to tell Ryan how she felt.

“Ryan…” Anna said quietly. She could feel her chest tightening; an embarrassment flushed through her. To be so vulnerable by choice was not easy at all, even harder since their stint in the daycare had come within inches of seemingly breaking her. Fear, as well, started rearing its ugly head. A fear of rejection, a fear that she was going to tell Ryan how she felt, only to find out he didn’t feel the same. Could she blame him if he didn’t? After all she had put him through…

“Anna?” Ryan asked. He shifted position so that he was on his side and looking Anna in the eyes. His hands on her hips, thumbs gently fiddling with the papery waistband of the diaper she needed to change.

“I…” Anna swallowed around a lump in her throat that seemed to try to keep the words inside her, “I… I love you.”

Anna’s heart raced as a half-second of silence seemed to stretch out into infinity. It seemed to take forever for Ryan to start smiling, or maybe it was only a second, it was hard to tell. Ryan pressed himself closer to Anna. She breathed deeply, inhaling his smell.

“I love you too.” Ryan replied, “We may not have chosen this marriage, but I’m very glad we have it.”

Anna opened her mouth. Maybe she was going to say something, maybe she was going to kiss her husband, she never got the chance to find out what she was going to do as the door to the bedroom flew open.

“Anna! Ryan! You-… Oh… Sorry.” Jane was stood in the doorway, looking breathless and in a diaper that was sagging well past the point she should’ve been changed. A blush crept across her face, and she turned to face away from them. If Anna hadn’t been so alarmed by the tone of her shouts, she would’ve found it amusing.

“Jane? What is it?” Anna said as she sat up.

“They’re coming!” Jane said, “I saw their cars parking outside!”

“Already?” Anna felt her pulse quicken, “Shit. I was hoping we’d have more time.”

“Is… Is it really happening?” Jane asked, turning back around, “Are we going to…”

“Yes.” Ryan replied.

Anna looked at her husband and saw steely determination. She felt her heart swell with pride but seeing him looking so ready for action did a lot to help calm her racing mind down. They quickly ran through what was going to happen as they got ready to leave, it didn’t take long. All they knew was that they were going to be filming something today, that Thorn had given them a new script to read out, and that there was something big planned, partly as an act of rebellion, but also to get Anna, Ryan and Jane to the coast.

When the knock on the door came, Ryan reminded everyone to act like they didn’t know the men for the government were coming, or what was going to happen next. Anna was changing Jane’s diaper in the nursery when the front door was opened. Usually, they talked whilst doing these things, it helped to soften the potential embarrassment, this time both the women were silent. Their ears were trained on the doorway, listening to the voices downstairs.

“Come on.” Anna said as she finished taping the diaper, “We better get a move on.”

Jane slid off the table and put on her maid outfit. As far as Mr. Sawyer or any of the men with him knew, Jane was still a regressed baby maid, they needed to keep the charade up even though it embarrassed Jane all the more. Anna climbed up on the table and quickly changed herself, something she didn’t want to be caught doing. No sooner had she finished placing the final tape than there was a shout from downstairs.

“Anna!” Ryan called, “Mr. Sawyer needs us.”

“Be there in a second!” Anna shouted back. She turned to Jane and dropped her voice, “Are you ready?”

Jane nodded and smiled a nervous smile. Anna nodded her head as well and patted her friend on the shoulder. She picked up the diaper bag that was ostensibly for them both and quickly slipped the regression antidote injections into a side pocket. If this somehow worked, they would need them for Jane, at least until whatever they did at the Finishing School wore off for good or their destination country could manufacture some more. They would just have to take the risk that someone might check the bag. If the needles were found it surely wouldn’t take the government long to work out what they were for, it was a chance that they had to take.

Anna quickly threw on a dress that she loathed but knew Mr. Sawyer would like. It was a very pink number, with frills everywhere that they could be fit. It was a strategic choice, Anna wanted to butter up the men who had come for them, to pretend to be the good little girl they wanted.

“Very nice, very nice…” Mr. Sawyer smirked and nodded his head as Anna came down the stairs. Her diaper clearly visible as her dress flared out from the petticoat underneath it, “I see that stint in the daycare really put her in her place.”

“Yeah.” Ryan replied with an uneasy laugh, “She’s been… good.”

Jane followed Anna downstairs. They arrived at the bottom and waited to be told what was going on. Anna felt like she might throw up if she thought too much about what was to come. It was hard enough to have Mr. Sawyer and his men looking at her, she kept her own eyes firmly on the ground.

“So, what’s the plan?” Ryan asked. His attempts to sound conversational failing completely.

“Oh, we have a spot on a morning TV show for you.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve heard of This Morning in Sallas I take it?”

“Yeah, I sometimes watch it with breakfast.” Ryan replied.

“You do?” Mr. Sawyer let out his distinctive bark of dismissive laughter, “It’s a load of shit. It is, however, watched by millions of people every morning. A prime spot for the nation’s favourite little girl.”

“L-Live TV?” Anna asked. Her eyes widened.

“That’s right.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “An interview with Ryan whilst you put on a show.”

“A show?” Anna frowned.

“All will become clear.” Mr. Sawyer walked forwards and pinched Anna’s cheek, “Best not to worry your pretty face about it, you’ll get wrinkles.”

Anna should’ve guessed it would be live. If Thorn and The Rose Resistance were planning something, it would need to be broadcast. That said, the speech she had been given to memorise suddenly felt a lot more daunting, knowing she would be looking into the lens of a camera that had millions of people staring back. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Sawyer was frowning.

At first, Anna thought the government man was talking to her and she was about to answer until she saw that he was actually looking at Jane right behind her. It was fortunate that Jane remembered that she was supposed to be regressed and subservient still, she didn’t reply.

“She’s getting ready?” Ryan phrased his statement like a question, as if he himself wasn’t sure.

“For what?” Mr. Sawyer asked.

“Well, I…” Ryan started.

“Your maid is not required.” Mr. Sawyer interrupted, “She’ll be staying here.”

Anna opened her mouth to speak but managed to stop herself. They had been assured by Thorn that all three of them would be together for the breakout. Anna turned to look at her friend, she’d gone white as a sheet. She turned back to Ryan, her eyes silently sending him the message to do something.

“I’m not sure I want to leave her here alone…” Ryan said. Anna could see that he was making the sentence up as he went along, “She broke something a few days ago and I want to supervise her.”

“Not a problem.” Mr. Sawyer shrugged, “We can have a man stay and watch her.”

“No!” Jane blurted out before she could stop herself.

“What did you…” Mr. Sawyer looked equal parts shocked and furious that Jane would talk back.

The dangerous rage Mr. Sawyer had was distracted when Ryan stepped forwards and quickly turned Jane around on the stairs. He started spanking her, harder than Anna imagined he could, and she jerked back with each connection, her own rear end tingling with the memories of what had happened at the daycare. By the time Ryan was finished, Jane was crying though Anna thought that wasn’t necessarily from the pain of the punishment.

“You need to watch that.” Mr. Sawyer said to Ryan, “If you want, we could take her back to Finishing School for some… fine tuning.”

“It’s fine.” Ryan quickly said, “I’m learning to use a firmer hand.”

“Well, look at that!” Mr. Sawyer clapped his hands together and laughed, “We really have turned you into the model family. Keep it up and you might even get your bed back.”

The men around Ryan laughed. Anna knew that the crib left in Ryan’s room was a message and a reminder, clearly it wasn’t a secret either as Mr. Sawyer’s hangers on all appeared to know about it. The government man told his men to stay with the small family until they were ready to go, he made it clear he didn’t want to wait long.

“Jane, I’m…” Anna muttered as she leaned down to finish putting on her shoe.

It wasn’t clear if Jane heard Anna. She was still face down on the bottom stairs and crying loudly. It was all Anna could do to not burst into tears herself. The scrutiny from the other men in the hallway made it difficult, but Anna reached down and squeezed Jane’s hand as she pushed herself up.

“It’s… OK.” Jane choked out.

“I…” Anna started.

“Go.” Jane whispered, “Live your life. I know you’ll make it.”

Anna’s eyes shimmered with tears as Ryan took her hand and led her away form Jane. With her shoes on there was just no reason to delay any further and they had to move before the men got suspicious. Anna stumbled forwards, looking back over her shoulder as Jane remained on the stairs.

For the second time, Anna felt like she was abandoning her only friend to a fate worse than death. The door was closed as she was dragged outside leaving Jane alone in the house. It seemed like her fate would be clear. If Anna and Ryan escaped, then Jane would no doubt be punished. Her access to the medicine would come to an end and she would be in a much worse position. It the escape failed, then Jane would no doubt be punished along with the couple. There was no good outcome for her.

Anna started sobbing and she couldn’t stop no matter how much the men around her glowered. She didn’t want to act like that day was different from any other, but how could she not? She was put into the car next to Ryan who quickly hugged her, she leaned into it for the comfort.

“Don’t cry.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped into the front seat, “It will make your eyes puffy and you want to look your best for the camera, right?”

It was difficult for Anna to stop but she eventually quietened down to an occasional sniffle as she looked out the window. Her mind should’ve been on what was about to happen, instead it was on what she had left behind at the house. She pictured Jane, all alone, sitting on the stairs still and waiting for the hammer to fall on her one way or another. If that girl had any luck, it was all bad.

The car made its way into Kingston. Anna kept trying to see any signs of preparation, any hint of what was likely to be a cataclysmic day in the capital city but could discern nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it had all been called off without word getting to Anna and she had been left out to dry. Or maybe this had been Thorn’s plan all along, get Anna to deliver the speech with no help to come. Anna started to wonder just how much faith she could put in an organisation that she knew so little about.

The television studio was a big building. It had clearly received a lot of funding from the government as it was like a shining diamond surrounded by an area that was only one step up from abandoned. It was another showpiece, like so many of the big important places, designed to give a very different idea about the country compared to the reality.

The cars pulled up outside the large glass-fronted exterior and everyone stepped out. Anna quickly looked for and grabbed on to Ryan’s hand as they were led through the entrance lobby, there were plenty of people there, all staring, some whispering to colleagues. Anna still couldn’t get over how everyone recognised her face from all the adverts she had filmed. Without being let out of the gated community very often, it was very difficult to accept the reality that she was a celebrity of sorts, the face of a totalitarian regime she despised.

“Come on, we don’t have too long before you’re going on air.” Mr. Sawyer said.

As they walked through the lobby Anna’s dress felt even more revealing than back at home. The diaper underneath it was damp, and she knew that anyone who looked her way would see as much. She looked up at a television that was hanging above the reception desk and saw the very show she was going to appear on. Two friendly male presenters presenting largely non-threatening topics of news and light entertainment to the masses. As she walked by, she saw the camera pull back to show a playpen whilst the presenters talked about upcoming guests, she shuddered.

Anna was the last person to cram into a small corridor leading away from the reception. Mr. Sawyer was at the front of the group, walking alongside an excitable young man with a clipboard who kept alternating speaking to Mr. Sawyer with answering someone only he could hear on the headset he wore. Anna and Ryan came next, holding hands tighter than they’d ever done before, and then two huge guards brought up the rear. Anna could feel these henchmen’s gaze focused on her and could feel her resentment grow.

They stepped through another couple of doors until they must’ve been somewhere near the back of the building. There were various dressing and production rooms, and Anna was led into one of them. It was very basic inside. A vanity mirror and table were set up, a few comfortable looking couches and a glass table with magazines on it. In the corner was a changing table.

“You two have about twenty minutes to get ready.” Mr. Sawyer said as he looked at his watch, “Make the most of it. Oh, and Ryan? When you change her, make sure to give her these…”

Mr. Sawyer reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver foil packets. They were indented with bullet-shaped objects inside. Anna shivered, she’d experienced suppositories before, and she knew that’s what was inside the packets.

“But, Mr. Sawyer…” Ryan started to object.

“Yes, yes, I know they will likely take effect before we leave.” Mr. Sawyer waved away the concerns, “Our goal here is to show Sallas exactly what a good girl looks like, that includes her being good when she’s… uncomfortable. Understood?”

Anna could see that Ryan wanted to respond. The last thing either of them wanted to do was create more drama and tension before the escape. At the same time, Anna was acutely aware how much harder it was to move quickly if her tummy was hurting, or if she had a full diaper.

“Wayne, stay in here and make sure it’s done.” Mr. Sawyer ordered before leaving the room.

The entourage left with just Wayne remaining. He stood in the far corner and glared at the couple as If he already expected that they were up to no good. Anna took a deep breath as Ryan looked down at the suppositories. Anna shrugged and started taking off her dress, keeping her back to the government man.

“Do you really have to be here?” Ryan asked him.

“I’ll step outside once I see those suppositories go in.” Wayne replied.

Anna hopped up on to the changing table. She didn’t feel too embarrassed about being nearly naked or having her diaper changed in the presence of a stranger, it had happened too often at that point. She was just hoping that Ryan would get it done with as quickly as possible. She wanted at least a little time without being watched to compose herself.

The front of the only slightly damp diaper came down. Ryan balled it up and threw it away after cleaning Anna with some baby wipes. He placed a new diaper underneath Anna’s butt, and she had to do her best not to laugh. He was still so awkward when it came to changing her. He was “supposed” to have been doing it for some time, but obviously Anna had been doing it herself for the most part. His timidity was actually quite cute.

Ryan ripped open the first of the foil packets and Wayne came stalking over. Anna looked away as he stared at her private parts, though he seemed to take no joy from doing so. It seemed he was very dedicated to the job, watching as the first bullet shaped suppository, pre-lubed, was pressed against her exit hole.

It was uncomfortable. The suppository was small, but Anna had a tough time relaxing, for the obvious reasons. She could feel her bowels wanting to expel the intruder as soon as it was nestled inside her, she had to work to stop that from happening as it melted. The first one was soon followed by the second which was only a little easier as she knew what to expect.

“Happy?” Ryan asked once his finger withdrew from Anna’s ass.

“Just make sure she keeps that diaper clean until you’re out there.” Wayne grunted. He gave Anna a look of disgust before turning and leaving.

The dressing room was silent as Anna sat back up and put her dress on. It still didn’t feel real, that one way or another their lives would be completely and irrevocably changed in such a short amount of time. Anna sat on the edge of the table, wincing slightly as the last of her “medicine” dissolved. Ryan went across and sat on the couch. He picked up a sheet of paper from the table with one hand and rubbed his forehead with the other.

“I’ve been so worried about you-know-what, that I’ve completely forgotten to worry about the fact we’re going on live TV.” Ryan said as he looked over the paper.

“What is it?” Anna asked.

“A script.” Ryan replied, “What they’re going to ask, what I’m supposed to say…”

“We won’t need that then.” Anna replied.

Ryan looked at Anna. He nodded his head and put the paper back down. The plan with Thorn was meant to start just a minute or so after Anna went on to the set, she hadn’t been told much more than that.

“Are you ready?” Ryan asked. He seemed full of nervous energy as he stood up and walked back to the changing table. He put his hands on Anna’s hips and leaned his head against hers.

“As I’ll ever be.” Anna replied, “I just want to get it over with, you know?”

Anna could feel that a combination of the suppositories and her anxiety was upsetting her digestive system. She could feel butterflies fluttering, her stomach churning, and she felt like she was going to throw up.

“I feel terrible about Jane.” Ryuan said quietly.

“Don’t.” Anna replied. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, “I said I’d get her out. I feel like we’re abandoning her.”

“There’s not a lot we can do.” Ryan said, “Maybe, if we get abroad, we could lobby politicians or something, get them to give Jane to us.”

Anna looked at Ryan with clear scepticism. She was about to ask if he really thought the Sallas government would bow to such pressure when there was a knock on the door. Ryan instinctively stepped back, as if he might get in trouble for showing affection to his wife.

“Five minutes.” A voice on the other side called out.

“This is it then.” Ryan said to Anna, “The final countdown.”

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Anna felt the cramp twisting at her insides. She winced and leaned to the side slightly from her place, sitting on the floor of the hot television studio. Behind her, Ryan was sat at the end of a couch, next to him was a low glass table and then on the other side were the two presenters with their fake tans and even faker smiles. Anna had no idea which one was which, she never watched daytime television if she could help it, too worried that she would see a commercial starring herself and Ryan.

On the other side of the small playpen that Anna sat in, there were a dozen or more men bustling around. A few were operating the cameras, others were whispering into headsets and adjusting various dials and knobs, they seemed bored. Anna moved the toy fire truck in front of her, keenly aware of the camera pointed directly at her. The interview had been going for five minutes; Anna was listening to Ryan struggling to answer questions. At one point, just as the show paused for a commercial break, Ryan and Anna looked at each other. They both had the same question: Where was The Rose Resistance?

The longer Anna was sat in the playpen, the more concerned she became. Had the plot to instigate trouble failed? Had Thorn and the others been captured? Was it all a trick all along? If Anna hadn’t been in so much physical discomfort, she might’ve been even more concerned that everything seemed to be proceeding normally.

“We understand Anna wasn’t always quite so docile…” One of the almost identical hosts said to Ryan.

“Yeah, I mean…” Ryan was flustered. He was torn between not wanting to upset Anna and trying to toe the party line, “There were some problems, but nothing that couldn’t be sorted out with the help of some intensive treatment.”

“Oh, why don’t you tell us about that?” The other presenter said.

Anna listened to Ryan talking about the daycare. He was careful to leave out certain things, like the fact he had been kept there as well and instead described the “miraculous” improvement in his wife’s attitude. Anna tuned out again. There was nothing there she wanted to hear, besides, the issue in her tummy was reaching criticality. It didn’t matter if there were millions of people watching, she desperately needed to relieve herself. She got up on to her knees with her butt stuck out behind her.

“Cut to camera two!” Anna heard someone with a clipboard urgently whispering. She looked over her shoulder and saw a red light blink on the camera trained on her butt.

Anna had just a couple of seconds to feel humiliated as she turned to face away from the camera and closed her eyes.

“Zoom in! Zoo-…” The producer was suddenly cut off.

A sudden explosion seemed to shake the whole building. There were shouts of alarm and people were suddenly running everywhere. Inside the playpen, the surprise had caused Anna to push down, and she unceremoniously filled the back of her diaper with a messy sludge, the suppositories stimulating her bowels and causing the back of the padding to bulge out underneath her dress.

Anna didn’t have time to even think about that though. The explosion had happened behind her. She whipped around and saw that a section of the wall had been blown apart, there was rubble and debris strewn across the studio, miraculously it seemed like no one had been significantly harmed.

“What the hell!?” Shouted one of the protestors.

Alarms started ringing and people were running for the exits. Anna was still squatting down, unsure of what to do, when she looked over at Ryan she saw a similar look of shock on his face. Then she heard more voices, these ones female.

“Secure the broadcast room!” Said an authoritative voice, “Restrain the men!”

Anna got to her knees, her freshly mushy rear end bulging out behind her. She was looking into the dust and debris as women with guns and dark green uniforms hurried inside. In the middle of them was a woman with deep red hair. Anna knew instantly who she was looking at despite never setting eyes on her before.

“Thorn?” Anna muttered. There was no way anyone could hear her.

The two presenters were being led away, their arms raised. Thorn saw the playpen and a smile twisted across her face. She marched forwards occasionally pointing out a task for one of the other women to do, there were at least a couple dozen of them. Anna noticed that none of them were padded as far as she could tell.

“Anna.” Thorn said as she reached the playpen, “We meet at last.”

Anna was still in shock somewhat, still reeling from what she was seeing and hearing. She looked out to the cameras, all of them pointing at the floor, their operators having either run away or getting corralled together by The Rose Resistance soldiers.

“We’re not going to hurt anyone.” Thorn said quietly, answering an unasked question, “Unless they give us cause to. Are you ready?”

“Huh?” Anna grunted dumbly.

“The speech.” Thorn said. Anna couldn’t take her eyes off the pistol holstered at the woman’s waist, “Once you deliver it, we need to get you out of here. We don’t have long.”

Ryan had briefly been caught up with all the men being led away but having finally established his identity, he had leapt over the side of the playpen and rushed up behind Anna. The stinky woman jumped as she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“Are you OK?” Ryan asked quickly.

“Y-Yeah.” Anna’s brain was finally catching up to the situation at hand, “I’m ready.”

“Excellent.” Thorn smiled and nodded her head, it was as if this armed insurrection was nothing but a bit of fun for her, “Just give us a minute to secure the place. We need to make sure we’re broadcasting.”

Anna slowly stood up. Her legs were shaking. She was watching as the studio was taken over, it had clearly been an event The Rose Resistance had practiced often. Rose had a walkie-talkie in her hand and was giving various orders. Anna was shocked to hear, from the other end, what sounded like gunshots. Thorn saw Anna’s surprise.

“You didn’t expect they’d let us just take you, right?” Thorn laughed, “We’ve launched attacks across the city, it will hopefully buy us some time.”

“All this… for me?” Anna asked. She was flabbergasted that anyone would go to such trouble, put themselves in danger, perhaps even get killed.

“You are the best weapon we could have.” Thorn said simply, “No one has the experiences you do; no one can deliver the message of what it’s really like in Sallas like you. You’re a celebrity, and once you are out of here the whole world will want to hear what you have to say.”

Anna swallowed. She didn’t feel like a celebrity, or someone that anyone else would listen to. She was just… Anna. She felt sure that Thorn was overestimating the power she could have, certain that no one would care about whatever message she had to deliver to the outside world. At the same time, she wasn’t going to say any of that, not with Thorn directing her troops and about to try and get her out.

“We don’t have enough people or firepower to hold on forever.” Thorn continued, “Once we’ve got you out the teams are going to melt away, back into the woods. We are an army, but we need more weapons, money and people. That’s what we need you to get us.”

“I’ll try…” Anna said cautiously.

Thorn smiled at her and nodded her head. Just as she opened her mouth again the radio in her hand crackled to life. Thorn held it up to her ear, Anna couldn’t quite make out what the voice was saying but Thorn’s face was tense. Anna felt Ryan rub her shoulders and she looked back and smiled at him.

“Alright, just give us a few more minutes.” Thorn said. She lowered the radio and then looked to Anna, “Alright, you’re up. We’ve got control of the station, but don’t take too long.”

Anna nodded. She stood up with some help from Ryan who then stood off to the side, Thorn was keen for Anna to deliver the message with no one else distracting from it. Anna tried to remember exactly what she had planned to say, her brain was struggling to hold on to any information. Thorn stood next to a camera which was controlled by one of her soldiers, its unblinking eye rose up from the ground and pointed at Anna. A second later the red light came on.

“Go.” Thorn whispered from off to the side.

Anna swallowed anxiously as she stood in the middle of the playpen. There was chaos all around her, it seemed ridiculous that she would be expected to deliver a speech. She looked to the side, at the large hole in the wall, the one she assumed she would soon be running through. Standing in front of the camera, it may well end up being one of the last times she is seen by the public. If things go bad, this was the last impression she would leave of herself. She wasn’t going to let it be of her looking confused in her stinky diaper. She looked up at the camera and steeled herself.

“Sallas…” Anna started, “You know me as Anna Manning, a girl like many who might be watching this broadcast, used by the government to tell you all how you should behave. But I’m something else, something so much more than Anna Manning.”

Anna was going totally off-script. She glanced at Thorn who was siling and nodding, encouraging her to continue with her heartfelt words. She took a deep breath and continued.

“I’m more than Anna Manning, more than a wife, and more than a daughter” Anna continued, “I am a woman. A woman with hopes and dreams just like millions of others, a woman who has so much more potential than just household help for my husband. You have all been lied to by a government trying to keep control.”

Anna paused again. She thought about the millions of people on the other side of the lens. The men and women throughout the country who were, presumably, watching her. She’d always wanted to feel like she was doing some worthwhile, something that could make a difference, and it finally felt like she was getting that opportunity.

“Men of Sallas, it is time to give women equality and end this persecution!” Anna stated with real feeling, “Women of Sallas, it is time to take the power back! You are lesser than no man! Take control of your lives! It’s time to join the-…”

Anna suddenly noticed the light beneath the camera had blinked out. She looked at Thorn, who had been standing near to it and beaming. Her walkie-talkie crackled into life. She listened to it and then swore.

“We have to go.” Thorn said, “They’ve cut the power.”

“To the building?” Ryan asked.

“To the city.” Thorn replied, “They really don’t want people hearing your message.”

“Damn it…” Anna slumped.

“Hey, don’t worry.” Thorn reached out and patted Anna’s shoulder, “What you have just done is drop a large rock in the pond, we’re going to be the ripples. You’ve just told everyone that another way is possible, this is a historic moment.”

Anna looked at Ryan who, though pale-faced, nodded back at her. She took a deep breath and immediately regretted it. Her poopy diaper was leaking its smell into the air around her. She looked down and Thorn clearly saw what she was thinking.

“There’s no time.” Thorn said, “We have to leave now.”

Anna really didn’t want to go on this potentially dangerous escape in a soiled diaper, but it didn’t seem like she was going to have a choice in the matter. Ryan had grabbed her arm and was nodding his head towards the open gate of the playpen. Anna nodded and hurried forwards, waddling as fast as the thick diaper would let her.

As they approached the hole in the wall Anna could hear shooting on the streets outside. She was momentarily blinded as they left the dark studio and stepped out into the natural light, the street was deserted but the gunfire sounded close. Thorn came sauntering out, not going faster than a quick walk as she went down to the hastily parked vehicles, many of the women who had stormed the studio were following.

It was like a wave that Anna was swept up in, an unstoppable tide of momentum that she could only go along with, and she was thankful, she had the feeling that without this external forward momentum she would be frozen to the spot. There were a lot of people shouting and jostling. Anna held on to Ryan’s hand as firmly as possible through the chaos that was happening all around them.

“Get in.” Thorn said as she opened the door to the car.

Anna was halfway into the car, her big, discoloured diaper sticking out behind her as she bent over, when a large explosion suddenly shook the ground. Anna felt someone diving on top of her and a split-second later the car and everything around it was showered with debris.

“Damn it, they were supposed to wait for my signal!” Thorn grumbled.

“I think they’re taking the station back, ma’am.” Replied another soldier, one now in possession of the walkie-talkie.

“Already?” Even under the body that was still lying on top of her, and pressing the stinky padding against her skin, Anna could hear the concern in Thorn’s voice. It was the first time she had sounded like she wasn’t in full control of an incredibly chaotic situation.

“Yes, Ma’am.” The soldier with the radio replied, “The outer perimeter has been forced back.”

“Alright…” Thorn paused, “Stay here. Everybody stays here. I’ll go with Anna and Ryan alone, if they work out that’s what we’re doing they should come after us.”

“But… If they go after you…” The woman started hesitantly.

“We’ll be fine.” Thorn said. Her brief dalliance with sounding unsure already banished, “Come on, we all knew there would be casualties.”

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