Angela was feeling the first twinges of panic.  The diary was a lot of her sister whining and generally being an ingrate, and less of the manual on how to be Kim Strauss Angela had unrealistically been hoping for.  While there were several journals that involved Kim's work and social life, they were written for someone, specifically Kim, who had implied knowledge of her own co-workers and friends, knowledge Angela was sorely lacking in.  

Fooling a neighbor in a brief encounter was thanks solely to the fact that they were identical twins and the old fool couldn't take her eyes off of her chest.  Angela imagined that tactic wouldn't go over well at Kim's job, or in her social circle.  

The cold hard fact was, she was no professional con artist.  She hadn't done near enough research and reconnaissance on her mark before hand.  She had just one weekend to try and get an unwilling hostage to teach her how to be a completely different person, and she had no doubt that Kim would be doing everything in her power to get Angela to slip up and draw attention to herself, and hopefully reveal the fraud she was.  

The idea of just taking as much money as she could and splitting ASAP was seeming more and more appealing to Angela as she lay on her sister's luxurious king size bed, still dressed in stolen lingerie, flipping casually through Kim's diary.  A string of pearls, likely Kim's stepmother's, and clearly worth more money than Angela had ever had in her life, hanging around her neck.  The idea that she was entitled to this experience was seeming flimsier by the second as she examined the logistics of such an operation.  Even if she could keep her head down at work, Kim had plenty of friends who would surely notice an imposter masquerading as Kim Strauss.  She supposed she could make some sort of excuse to avoid these people, but that defeated the whole purpose of getting a taste of Kim's glamorous life, if she wasn't really living Kim's life.

Angela missed that feeling of euphoria she'd felt all evening.  The control she'd had, the power, the satisfaction, was all melting away as doubt crept in and replaced it with it's overpowering lethargy.  She wanted that control back.  Angela sat up, tempted to go back to the nursery to check on Kim, and get back that feeling of dominace from her captive sister.

And then it hit her.  She'd already gotten her phone and dialed when it occurred to her that it was 3 hours later back home in Philly, and now four in the morning there.  She didn't care.  This couldn't wait until morning.

She'd just about given up getting an answer when she heard the angry, sleepy voice on the other end of the line.  “Why the hell are you calling me Crosley?”

“Sorry about the time, I didn't think about it, I'm in LA.  Sasha, I have a job for you.”

There was silence on the other end, and Angela could practically hear her friend thinking.  “What kind of job?”  Sasha asked finally.

Angela hadn't really thought this far ahead.  “Babysitting,” she replied hesitantly.

“Crosley, I'm hanging up on you.”

“No wait,” Angela blurted.  “I promise, it's right up your alley.”

This had obviously piqued Sasha's interest.  “You have two minutes and then I'm going back to sleep.”

“Look, it's not exactly conventional babysitting, it's better if you see for yourself.”

“Losing interest Cros.  It's four in the god damn morning and you, who last I heard was broke as hell, are offering me some sort of mystery babysitting job.”  Sasha was sounding more irritated.

Angela thought back to Kim's checking account.  “I will fly you out to LA, and pay you ten thousand dollars.”

“Where the hell did you get that kind of money?”

“Come out here and do this for me and I'll tell you.  It'll be well worth it.”

There was another long pause.  “Ten thousand dollars?”

“That's what I said.”

“And you'll pay for my flight out to LA?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“A few weeks.  I don't really know yet.  That kind of depends on you.”

Sasha paused again.  Angela could hear that she was wide awake now, and no longer pissed about being woken up at four in the morning.  “Fuck it, I'm in.  When's my flight?”



Kim was already awake when she heard the nursery door open.  She'd reluctantly wet her diaper at some point in the night so she could go to sleep.  It hadn't been so bad, but waking up to a cold, clammy diaper between her legs was a jarring experience.  A quick test of her bonds proved that she was just as securely tied as she had been when Angela had left her, taped spread eagle in her crib, her hands still taped into useless fists, a pacifier still taped securely into her mouth, muffling any attempt at protest she might try and make.  

It had been less than an hour since she'd woken, wet and miserable. When she heard Angela enter.  Kim strained her head, trying to look back at the door, holding onto some hope that some rescuer had showed up to save her.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head,” her sister's chirpy voice crushed any hope of rescue she had, and she grunted uselessly into her pacifier, giving up her attempts to look behind her.

“We have a big day ahead of us,” Angela said, dropping the side of Kim's crib.  Kim turned her head to watch her sister, dressed this morning in slinky purple dress, one of Kim's favorites from her closet.  Kim felt her sister pat the seat of her diaper, feeling its obvious wetness.  “And to think, it never would have occurred to me to put you in diapers.”

Kim blushed, grunting into her pacifier as she felt her legs cut free of her bonds, followed quickly by her arms.  She reached reflexively for her pacifier, only to find with her fists still wrapped in tape, unable to do anything by paw uselessly at her humiliating gag.  Even that freedom was quickly taken away from her as Angela pulled her arms behind her and more of her seemingly endless supply of duct tape bound her hands behind her.  Angela then rolled her over and pulled her out of the crib and marched her over to the changing table where she once again found herself back on her back.

“We've tried this twice so far,” Angela reminded her.  “The first time, you tried to escape, and that didn't end so well for you.  The second, you were unconscious.  Are you going to behave this time?”

Kim wanted to provide some for resistance, even if just to prove she hadn't completely submitted to her captor.  The fact was, even if she had any hope of freeing her wrists as she had the first time she'd been in this same position, her hands themselves were now useless.  This was not the time to try and assert herself, especially when she really wanted to get out of her wet diaper, even if it was just going to be a swift transition into a dry one.  Controlling the urge to glare at her sister and fight back, she nodded.

Angela smiled, content that Kim wouldn't put up a fight, and untaped her diaper.  Kim shut her eyes, pretending that maybe this wasn't happening, grateful Angela didn't make it worse on her by drawing attention to what she was doing.

Angela of course was not thrilled to be changing the wet diaper.  The convenience of not having to worry about helping her sister to the bathroom was nice, and this was probably the best solution to the problem, but it didn't mean she was enjoying having to changing a piss soaked adult diaper.  What she was enjoying though, was the prospect of taking a big step into her life as one of the wealthy.  And what did wealthy people do when they had something they didn't want to do but needed done?  They paid someone else to do it for them.

Kim opened her eyes as her current humiliation wrapped itself up as her hips were likewise wrapped in a fresh disposable.  Angela stood over her, grinning.  The grin made her nervous.  Angela when she was angry was bad in its own right, but when she was happy, it meant things were going her way, which was probably just as bad for Kim.  Whatever “big day” Angela had planned, Kim could only guess at, but she could assume that she would be a restrained, unwilling participant.

She supposed it was too much to ask that her diaper change come with an outfit as well, even one of her babyish outfits she had, but she was pulled off the changing table, still wearing nothing but a diaper.  A swat on her sore backside got her waddling towards her high chair, where she saw another try of food sitting on the floor next to the chair.  She glanced pleadingly over her shoulder, but another spank to her diapered butt, harder this time, got her moving again.  

With her hands still bound behind her back, Angela had to help her into the chair before locking the tray in place, trapping her in the seat.  It was sturdy, And Kim had little doubt that she could tip it if she really tried, but it would be pointless, she knew, so she sat patiently while Angela put a bib around her neck and brought the food up onto the tray: a bowl of oatmeal, a banana, and a baby bottle full of milk.

Kim squealed in pain as the tape was abruptly ripped from her face, allowing Angela to pull the pacifier from her mouth.

“Breakfast time,” Angela announced, gathering a large spoonful of oatmeal.  Kim was still trying to get used to having her mouth free of the invasive bulb when it was suddenly stuffed full again.  She gagged and choked, recovering just in time to keep the spoonful in her mouth.  The last thing she needed was to make a mess of breakfast and give her sister more ammunition to torture her with.

“Look how generous I'm being, giving you food without even asking anything of you.”  Kim resisted the urge to roll her eyes.  Angela may have seen her as selfish for keeping her dad's fortune from the sister she had never even known existed, but Angela kidnapping Kim and not even giving her a chance to try and offer her sister an olive branch of her own free will was far from “generous”.

“Angela!” Kim blurted between bites, but Angela ignored her, stuffing her mouth with another bite of oatmeal.  She tried again, achieving similar results.  On her third attempt, Kim managed to wrench her head to the side at the last possible moment, causing Angela to smear the spoonful fo oatmeal across her cheek and neck.

“Angela, please,” Kim burst out, clamping her teeth shut as she turned back to face her sister.

“What is it?” Angela asked, finally acknowledging Kim's attempt to interject.

“You don't have to do this.  You say we're sisters, fine.  Dad never told me about you, I never knew about mom.  Let's catch up.  If you need money, I can help you.  Hell, I can set you up out here, get you established.  You wouldn't have to live this life for a few weeks, you could do it forever.”  Kim watched her sister, praying that something she had said had gotten through.  “We're sisters,” she implored again, only to find the nipple of her bottle shoved in her mouth, a steady flow of milk suddenly flowing into her.  

“You want to catch up sis?  I'll tell you something about me.  If it was me, in your shoes, and someone showed up, claiming to be my sister, saying they wanted what was mine, I'd tell her to go fuck herself. And if she held me hostage, I'd do or say anything to get free, and then I'd call the cops.  So you'll forgive me if I don't assume you'd do the same.”  She pulled the bottle away as Kim began to sputter and cough, choking in shock.  She deftly peeled the banana and crammed it into Kim's mouth.  “Besides, I've read enough of your diary to know I'd don't want your life forever.  I just want to see what I was missing.  Now, as I've said before, it won't be long, do yourself a favor and just try to make the best of it, it'll go a lot smoother for both of us if you do.”

Kim glared, spitting a mouthful of half chewed banana at her sister.  It fell short, catching the edge of the tray, splitting, half of it laying on the tray, the other half falling to the floor.  “There's a special place in hell for you,” Kim hissed, ignoring her display of resistance's futile results.  

Angela just laughed.  “I had a reservation there long before I found out about you.  I guess this means your done with breakfast?”

Kim squirmed under her gaze, before finally casting her eyes downward, unable to come up with a fitting response.  

“Good enough,” Angela said, wiping off Kim's face and setting the try on the floor.  She helpd up the pacifier again.

“Please, I'll be quiet, you don't have to gag me again,” Kim begged.

Angela examined her face.  Her lips and cheeks were red from the repeated tape gagging she had enforced on her sister.

“Fine, a compromise,” Angela relented, winding the dish towel she has used to clean up after Kim's breakfast.  She tied a knot in the center and held it up in front of Kim's lips.  Kim screwed her lips shut, refusing to accept this new gag.  “It's either this or more tape.  I'm gonna gag you one way or another.  

Hating herself for submitting, but knowing an act of defiance would be met with just another painful tapegag, Kim opened her mouth, allowing Angela to pulled the knot of cloth between her teeth, tying it off tightly at the back of her neck.  

“Nnngff,” Kim protested, getting used to the size of the knot occupying her oral cavity.  

“See, nice and quiet,” Angela said, patting Kim on the head.  She was released from her high chair, and marched forcefully back to the play pen, with the help of a few encouraging spanks to keep the gagged and diapered girl in line.  “Sadly, I don't have any alternative to the tape here, but I've got some errands to run, and I need to make sure you stay put.

“Mmmph nnggghh!” Kim protested as she was forced onto her belly.  She tried to roll over, kicking her legs uselessly as she heard the harsh ripping of yet more duct tape.  Angela had no problem wrangling in her legs, binding them once again at the ankles and thighs.  He bondage continued this time though, as he legs were bent back, and more of the adhesive strands bound her ankles to her wrists, locking her in a tight hogtie.

“Hope you don't mind if I borrow you car.  And you've got your bunny here to keep you company if you get lonely.”  Angela waved a stuffed bunny in front of Kim's face.  The bound girl let loose a fresh torrent of muffled curses into her gag, straining in her tight hogtie.  

With one last pat to Kim's diapered rear, Kim stood up.  “Enjoy your alone time, cause when I get back, I'll have your new babysitter to look after you when I'm out.”

“Mmmphy ugg ahhh?” Kim asked, her eyes wide.  Who the hell was her crazy sister bringing in to baby sit her?

Angela blew Kim a kiss, stepping easily over the side of the playpen that Kim had no hope of getting past in her bound state, leaving her sister to writhe in her bonds as she left to pick up Sasha from the airport.