Chapter I

I was in one of the most humiliating, let’s say, “predicaments,” Vee had put me since we’d started our little tryst. She’d introduced this one to me slowly, and I’d not really been on board at first, but the payoff at the end had really been worth it, so I’d swallowed what little pride I still had and submitted to her again.

I squirmed in my latest bondage. Certainly by no means even closest to the strictest ties Lady Victory had put me in; I was in a simple spread eagle, with enough slack to really struggle. No, this time my bonds were not what made me feel truly helpless.

It was my attire.

Both my lack of, and what I was currently forced to wear by my mistress.

Thick, stiff pink leather mittens kept my hands helpless despite the slack in the straps binding my arms to the top corners of my… bed, cage, current confinement… and though my toes were certainly not any match for the locking straps, similar pink fuzzy pink booties adorned my feet.

A matching pink bib around my neck that failed to cover my exposed nipples caught the drool that came from my less effective than ordinary but certainly one of the more humiliating gags I’d been forced to wear. The oversized bulb of a baby’s pacifier kept my mouth open and forced me to drool uncontrollably, the pink plastic butterfly-shaped shield pressed tight over my lips. Thick leather straps kept the infantile silencer in my mouth, and made my attempts to keep the oversized bulb from pressing into my throat make me look like I was merely sucking on my pacifier. Like a baby.

Which of course, brings me to the last item of clothing Vee had dressed me in and forced to me to wear. And expected me to use.

She’d taped me into a thick, crinkly, baby diaper, perfectly my size.

And yes, I was expected to use it.

For both of its intended purposes.

It was, of course, a punishment for acting bratty and childish. An infraction that the usual schoolgirl outfit and spanking with a ruler didn’t cover.

I’d been begging for a punishment, and despite her warning, I’d kept going, and for the second time in my adult life I’d found myself in diapers. The first time had been at her insistence, and while I was apprehensive, she had certainly made this particular punishment worth it when she’d finally taken me out of diapers. Perhaps that’s why I’d continued to act like a brat despite her warnings, hoping for that eventual reward despite the current punishment.

And she enjoyed it. I was a sucker for that.

So I’d pushed and pushed until I found myself strapped down the adult sized changing table she somehow had, and once again forced into diapers.

Again, the promised payoff made it potentially worth it, but I certainly struggled more than usual as she, uh, dressed me. Not that it mattered, her super strength more than a match for my pathetic attempts to fight my babyfication at her strong hands. She enjoyed when I struggled, and ultimately it only prolonged the process of her getting me stripped and forced into diapers and the rest of my babyish attire.

Lastly she’d strapped me down in a an adult size crib, something that again hadn’t been in my last experience wearing diapers, but it seemed she was either stockpiling these things in some lair I wasn’t aware of, or she was just super good at building devices meant specifically for my torture and humiliation. Knowing her, probably the latter.

I strengthened my struggles, knowing it was useless, feeling the growing urge in both my bladder and bowels.

Like I said, my diapers weren’t for show.

Losing control was part of it. She’d stripped me of so many forms of control in the past, my mobility, my freedom, my speech, but my ability to control my bladder and bowels was a primal level of control that I held onto until I completely lost it, as opposed to surrendering control. No matter how hard or long I fought, my body ultimately gave in to her control.

And would again.

She probably drugged me with laxatives and diuretics.

Or not. Why weaken my control when time would do it on its own?

And so I struggled. There was almost assuredly a hidden camera somewhere in the room. She liked to watch me struggle while she was out superheroining about.

And here I’d wait until she got back, for her to release me from my punishment.

I struggled, feeling my discomfort grow. As long as I could hold out, I would; submitting to being Lady Victory’s pet in clean diapers seeming far preferable to being her play thing in dirty diapers.

I knew it was futile. But still a part of me held out as long as I could. I’m an adult. A grown woman. I’ve been potty trained as long as I can remember.

I heard a door open, somewhere in the house.

She was home.

It was earlier than I expected. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was hard to keep track of time in these predicaments.

A surge of triumphant pride washed over me. She was back, and I’d kept my diapers clean. I’d won. I’d triumphed over her.

It hit me again.

I’d triumphed over her.

The ramifications of that dawned on me. I didn’t know if I wanted that.

My body ignored my previous attempts to listen to my will, and obeyed her will over mine on its own. The thick padding of my diaper grew warm as I helplessly wet myself. Followed shortly by, well, the other intended use.

I’d held out as long as I could but at the end of the day, I submitted to her will. And as the shame and disgust of what I’d just done washed over me, I still felt a bit of happiness, knowing she’d be pleased with me.

I planted my feet in the corners of my crib and rested my weight on my shoulders, pushing my butt up off of the thin mattress of my crib, trying to minimize contact with the mess I’d made as I waited for her to come find me.

She was taking her time, making me stew in it, literally, and my legs ached holding myself up. I shifted my weight to my elbows, pulling my arms in as far as my short tethers would allow.

My eyes ran down my helpless body, my nipples pointing straight up atop my pert breasts, standing proud just beyond the pink bib. My flat stomach quivered, a stark contrast to the puffy and yellowed diaper, a new blue line down the middle of it, something I hadn’t noticed before but I quickly realized was a wetness indicator, adding to my shame. My knees shook from the strain, but I held myself up, until the door opening distracted me for a moment and I fell on my diaper with a squelch.

I looked at the door, moaning into my pacifier in shame…

And then I froze.

It wasn’t Lady Victory staring at me, helpless in the crib, bound gagged and diapered just as she left me.

“Well, what do we have here?”

It had to be a trick. Vee was playing a cruel joke on me.

The speaker was wearing a costume I myself had donned several times for Vee, pretending to be her arch nemesis, Madam Arania. But this wasn’t the spider themed costume I’d made myself for kinky roleplays. No, the black silky leotard looked to be made of some material, well, much finer than silk.

The intruder leaned over my crib, a big Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. My eyes widened as it sank in that Vee wasn’t playing a prank on me. The actual super villainess Madam Arania had broken into Lady Victory’s mansion, and had stumbled upon me, in what might have been the most compromising position possible.

I made a futile struggle against my bonds, but her predatory grin just widened as she quickly deduced that I lacked the capacity to do anything to free myself from my current bonds.

“This is certainly quite the surprise,” she said.

I moaned, not even trying to say anything in particular behind my gag. The pacifier was not impossible to communicate behind, but what was I going to say? ‘Get out?’ ‘Leave me alone, I’m all tied up for Vee, not for you?’

So I just moaned in a pathetic attempt to voice my displeasure as her intrusion.

“Hugo,” she called through the door of the playroom. I looked in that direction, realizing I could still hear another person rummaging around the mansion.

“Yes, mistress?” a deep voice answered.

“Forget what you’re doing. I’ve found something…” she paused reaching down to me, her long, thin fingers finding one of my nipples and squeezing, eliciting another moan from me. “… much more valuable,” she finished, grinning down at me.

I squirmed under her predatory gaze. The things Vee made me do tested my limits, and just letting her put me in these situations for her eyes only was about all I could handle. Imagining anyone else seeing me like this was enough to make me feel like I’d die of embarrassment. But to actually be found, by not just anyone but one of Victory’s mortal enemies, that was too much.

She stared down at me, and I couldn’t meet her gaze after a moment. I looked down, a humiliating reminder of how I was dressed, unable to not keep from reading despite it being upside down to me, my bib displaying ‘Naughty Brat’ in big pink letters. Footsteps drew my attention away before my eyes could drift further down to the thick diaper I was wearing, that I’d used only moments earlier, assuming that it was Vee home to check on me, and not Madam Arania.

A man in a black, shiny plated kind of suit with spiders emblazoned on it walked into the playroom. He was a henchmen of hers, clearly, but even knowing that didn’t spare me the shame of being found like this by yet another person.

“What do we have here, Mistress?” he asked, his use of the title not failing to remind me of my own mistress, who’d left me like this.

“It seems Lady Victory has some extracurricular… hobbies,” she said in a sultry tone.

“She likes playing naughty mommy,” he said. He was simple, but his rather obvious explanation was nearly as bad as her coyly toying with me.

“Yes she does. And who are you?” she asked me.

I moaned, as if to remind her of the pacifier gagging me, but she seemed to prefer to speculate, circling my crib like a shark.

“Some criminal or villain she’s thought to reform through some progressive regression therapy?” she asked, stopping above my head and leaning over, staring into my wide eyes. “No, you’re no villain.”

Her tone was contemptuous, and despite myself I felt offended. But of course, how could she see me as someone with any villainous aspirations, innocent as a newborn as I currently was.

“Are you a pro?” This question seemed more genuine, and I moaned questioningly back, unsure for a second what she meant.

“No, you have far too much shame,” she stated. Logically, that should have made me feel better as I clued in to what she meant by ‘pro’, a sex worker, but her pointing out my shame merely made me feel more ashamed. As if a sex worker would be alright being found tied spread eagle in a crib in a soiled diaper by a super villain…

“Well then, ‘brat’,” she said, laying it on thick, “how much do you think your mommy would care if you went missing?”

The implications were clear, but I managed to keep completely silent behind my gag, refusing to give her the satisfaction of answering, though in my heart I was hoping it was ‘very much’, although in reality I felt it was only ‘a bit’.”

She reached in and found my nipple again, pinching it harder. “MMMPH!” I cried out behind my pacifier, an answer enough for her apparently.

“Yes, she might be upset to come home to find you absent,” she said.

I tried to glare at her, but my eyes were watering, and I was afraid I’d burst into tears. She patted my head, patronizingly, and I gulped built up saliva in my mouth.

“I know, I know,” she said, her tone abruptly shifted to friendly and comforting. “You were hoping she’d change you before company showed up.” She pulled at the waistband of my diaper and took a dramatic sniff, her brow furrowing as she smelled the mess I’d made. My cheeks burned. She let it close and patted my crotch. “But that’s alright, Madam Arania will take care of you.”

Her henchman watched with gleeful amusement as the villainess went through Vee’s supplies. The last thing I wanted was for this woman to change my diaper, but I tried to console myself with logic. The fact that there were much, much worse things she could do to me, and while I didn’t want to be in any diapers, a clean one was much better than a messy one, these facts did little to take away from the humiliation of what was about to happen. I really wasn’t much more than a dependent baby like this, tied down and helpless in a crib, muted by a pacifier and wearing a diaper that needed to be changed. I was just a pawn in the game between super powered individuals, and compared to them, as a regular woman, it was understandable that they’d see me as just a baby.

She found Vee’s stash of diapers for me, great big thick things, and held up one in each hand as she sauntered back over to my crib. She set one down on my bare stomach, rubbing the crinkly, smooth plastic over my helpless body before she began unfolding the other one in front of me. “Lady Victory certainly has some interesting tastes,” she cooed. “I’ll have to take a very thorough look around. Who knew ‘Miss Wholesome Heroine’ was such a kinky girl.”

I was so selfish, focused only on my own humiliation at being found like this, I hadn’t even considered what this would do to Vee. If any of this got out, Lady Victory would be ruined. I struggled. I don’t know what I thought I could accomplish; regardless of the super villain preparing to diaper me, I was never able to escape Vee’s bondage.

“My my, someone is a naughty brat,” she smiled as I strained against my restraints and squirmed in the crib, trying to ignore the feel of my messy diaper squishing against me. I shouted and protested into my pacifier. Maybe I could slow her down, or distract her until Vee got back, and then she could kick her ass and rescue me.

“Oh, does someone not want her diaper changed?” she cooed. I glared at her and shook my head, my pigtails slapping against the mattress. I was trying to be brave, but really I was just letting my fear control me as I tried to curse at her from behind my gag. “Phmmmkk muuuu!”

Her smile only widened at my act of defiance. “Have it your way.”

I allowed myself to think I’d accomplished something, but it only left me confused as she took the open diaper and laid it between my legs. I craned my neck to look down at what she as doing. She grabbed my hips and lifted me up. Realizing what she was doing, I tried to keep my butt down on the mattress, but I should have known that the super villainess, like Vee, would have no problems physically overpowering me.

“You can stay in your messy diaper, but I’m going to make sure you don’t leak. Who knows when your mommy will be able to change you next?” she taunted as she slid another diaper under my butt and taped it on over my current one.

The implications of her not so subtle threat hit me hard, and I could only blubber pleadingly into my pacifier as she unfolded the other diaper and put it on me as well, leaving me still trapped in my mess and feeling even smaller and more helpless in my triple thick diapers. She patted my crotch and leaned over the side and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Much better.”

I looked up into her eyes, trying to see if I could figure out what her plans for me were. She looked back, smiling her devious smile. “You stay put; I’m not done looking around.” She smirked and booped my nose, and then she and her henchman left the edge of my crib. I looked around and craned my neck, trying to watch them as they searched the playroom. She picked up and examined all the devices and toys Vee used on me. Madam Arania looked over at me, holding a flogger; one Vee hadn’t yet managed to persuade me to let her use on me. She licked her lips as she cracked it through the air. I did my best to shrink as deep as possible into the crib, hoping to disappear.

“Mistress, I found a camera.” I looked up again to see the henchman holding Vee’s digital camera. My heart stopped in my chest for a moment as I realized what the most recent video we’d taken was.

“Let me see.” She took the camera from him and looked at it. I couldn’t see the screen from my helpless position, but I could see her expression.

“Well well well,” she beamed.

“What is it, Mistress?” the henchman asked, practically jumping to see.

“Is this you?” she asked, taking slow steps back over to me, her henchman hopping after her while he tried to watch the screen on the camera. Her eyes were locked on me though. She’d seen enough. “It seems Victory’s little baby girl here likes playing dress up.” Her henchman started giggling, his laughter rising until he was practically cackling. She leaned over the side of my crib, letting the camera dangle loosely from her hand. I tore my eyes away from hers to look at the screen. It was exactly what I feared. The screen was small, but there was no mistaking me, bent over Lady Victory’s knee, her in full costume, me getting a very severe spanking. I remembered it well. It had been my idea. Vee had been frustrated after failing to stop Madam Arania, and in an effort to cheer her up, I’d made that costume. Both of us were in costume, Vee in her classic purple and black leotard, and me, in my home made Madam Arania costume. I was drooling and crying behind a fat red ball gag that Vee had plugged my mouth with while she took out her frustrations with the real villain on her very kinky sex pet.

My face felt like it was on fire I was blushing so hard. I couldn’t watch the scene play out on the screen, and I certainly couldn’t bring myself to look back up at Madam Arania. I just stared down my body, my eyes focused on the bulk of my triple diaper.

“To think, I was worried that Lady Victory wanted to throw me in jail. If I had known this is what she really wanted to do with me if she caught me, I might not have played so hard to get.”

I moaned weakly, staring fixedly at my diaper, the ultimate symbol of my complete and utter helplessness in this situation.

“Of course, if I caught her, the positions would be switched,” she mused, angling the screen back up so she could watch again.

I slowly looked back up at her, and she beamed down at me. “Do you like that idea?” She reached down into the crib and she began twirling her finger around my nipples again. “Do you like the idea of mommy being all helpless, caught, captive, dominated, punished?”

That idea had never occurred to me before. Vee was so strong, so powerful. I’d only ever seen her as a dominant top. But as she posed the idea to me, the image of her bound and bent over Madam Arania’s lap came to my mind, unbidden, but very enjoyable. I shook my head, as if I could physically shake the idea out of my head. She just laughed and grabbed the ring on my pacifier, holding my head still and forcing me to look up at her. “We just might get the great Lady Victory in such a position. It all depends…” she mused, putting a finger to the corner of her mouth. There were spider webs painted on her long, perfectly manicured fingernails. “On how much she cares about you.”

I started screaming. I cried out for Vee for help at the top of my lungs, my pacifier gag garbling my words but doing nothing to curb the volume of my panicked shrieks.

“Hugo, grab that bag. We’re taking Lady Victory’s little baby girl here.” I struggled frantically against my restraints, knowing it was futile, but I had to try. I couldn’t let the woman kidnap me. But without intending to, Vee had served me up on a silver platter, helpless to prevent her nemesis from coming in and taking me. Even after she unlocked my wrists, my hands were still uselessly trapped in my mittens. I batted at her hands as she reached in my crib, but I didn’t even slow her down. “You’re getting awfully feisty,” she said mockingly as she flipped me over onto my stomach and wrenched my arms behind my back. My mittens had d-rings on them, ready for her to early clip my wrists together. She pulled my legs back and within seconds she had me hogtied. I struggled but I was just as helpless I had been when Vee had left me.

“A little something to keep baby occupied during the trip.” I looked up as she rolled me back over onto my side. She was holding a pair of nipple clamps. Slowly, she tightened their grip, and I knew from experience that Vee already had them tightened down to the point of nearly being unbearable. I squirmed, still screaming my head off into my gag, but she just grabbed my right boob in her hand, her fingernails digging in to my sensitive flesh as she held me still for her to snap the clamp into place. My screams rose in pitch and volume as it felt like my nipple was caught in a vice. “One more,” she said, grabbing my other boob in her painful grasp and easily clamping my other nipple.

“That’s much better,” she cooed, eliciting another scream from me as she flicked my aching nipples and straightened my bib. “And I suppose since you like your diapers so much, one more toy to put in them.” She held up a bullet vibrator, turning it on to high power. I shook my head. Vee had given me quite a work over after she’d ended my punishment and taken me out of diapers, but never during. That didn’t stop Madam Arania from sliding the vibrator down into my outermost diaper, the thick padding muffling the hum of the toy. Instantly I could feel the vibrations through my dirty diapers. It was excruciatingly humiliating, a keen reminder of what I was wearing, what I had done in them, and that I was unlikely to get out of them any time soon. Worst of all, it was extremely enjoyable.

Madam Arania reached behind my head and unclasped my pacifier gag. I gasped as she pulled it free. “Please—” I started, but she put a finger to my lips, shushing me. Despite my frantic attempts to scream for help only moments earlier, I obeyed, keeping silent for her.

“Your pacifier is very cute, but I need you to be quiet, baby girl.” I could only watch as she reached up under her black skirt, and started pulling her panties down. I knew what they were for, where she intended to put them, and how she planned to keep me quiet. Vee had gagged me many a time with her panties, and they were incredibly effective, not jut at shutting me up but at establishing her dominance over me. I got a glimpse of her pussy, her labia smooth and pale, before she let her skirt fall back down as she tugged her lacy black panties down her legs. I’d given myself to Vee, but I had a new owner now. Someone who had come and taken me against my will. As she stuffed her panties into my mouth, forcing me to taste her musky flavor, I belonged to her. She pushed my pacifier back into my mouth, forcing her panties deeper into my throat, and she strapped my gag securely back in place behind my head.

“Mmmmph,” I told her. I don’t know what I was trying to say, but all I ended up communicating was that she had me. I wouldn’t escape. I couldn’t escape. I could only hope that Vee would save me. And I hoped that in her trying to do so I wouldn’t fuck her life and reputation up.

“Hold the bag open for me, Hugo,” she commanded her henchman. She lifted my helpless body out of my crib like I was an actual baby, and stuffed me into the waiting dufflebag the gleeful little man was holding open for her. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she leaned in close behind me. “I really hope she cares enough to come and get you. I feel like the three of us could have a great time together,” she whispered.

I shivered. I wanted to scream that Vee wouldn’t fall for whatever trap she was planning, that she wouldn’t come for me, but I desperately wanted my mistress, my true mistress, to come and save me.