I have no idea how long I spent hogtied in a bag in the trunk of a car, being kidnapped and taken to presumably some secret super villain lair, but I was glad of the triple diapers Madam Arania had put me in before kidnapping me. To be fair, my mistress and hopeful rescuer had left me in one, when I’d been kidnapped from our playroom where I’d been left tied up and gagged in a crib. We had an odd thing, but I guess there aren’t any normal expectations in a sexual relationship with a super heroine. Except, I guess, getting kidnapped by her nemesis and used as bait.
I just had to hope that she’d find a way to rescue me. And that this whole situation wouldn’t compromise her image and persona. If the world found out that role model and pristine icon of purity and goodness had a live-in, kinky, lesbian sex pet, one that got kidnapped by the spider loving villainess Madam Arania while she was being punished by being dressed up and treated like a helpless little baby, well, that would be very bad. And as I lay helpless, struggling in my own waste, choking on my kidnapper’s panties, I wondered if she would risk it. Given the sheer amount of legal documents and NDAs I’d had to sign when we started our little tryst, I couldn’t be sure. Would she even jeopardize her reputation for me?
I struggled, not because I thought I could actually escape my bonds. I was locked in mittens and cuffs that I couldn’t escape before I’d even been kidnapped that I had no way of breaking free of. I just needed a way to express my frustration in my limited capacity. What had I done to deserve to be kidnapped by a super villain? Well, I suppose the things I did with Vee, and the wonderful things she did to me. If it were her that had kidnapped me and was spiriting me away, I’d be quite enjoying myself, and I might even find a way to hump the vibrator in my diapers and have the humiliating orgasm that I really wanted, in spite of my current situation. The thing was driving me nuts, and I knew from experience that the battery would last for hours. Not to mention my little struggling fit had just irritated the brutally tight clamps on my nipples.
I sighed and tried to work the soaked panties out of the back of my throat so I could relax and breath easier. If I pretended that it was Vee that had kidnapped me, that this as just an elaborate role play, and after she tortured me some more, she would give me the most mind blowing orgasms, and then she’d release me and engage in the most wonderful aftercare in the world. Maybe that’s what this actually was. An elaborate scenario orchestrated by Vee. She had never sprung something even a fraction of this level on me without consulting me first, but maybe the magnitude of this little endeavor is why she had kept it a surprise. And I wouldn’t put it past her to bring in others to our games; her maid acted like it as the most normal thing in the world to find me bound and gagged in her mansion.
The more I thought about it, the more concrete that possibility became. The chances that I’d actually been kidnapped by a super villainess were much more far fetched than a staged, kinky kidnapping by Vee. Everything was just too convenient, Madam Arania just showing up while I was in one of my most compromising punishments, finding that video of me roleplaying as her so Lady Victory could punish her nemesis. I surprised Vee with that little number; she in turn surprised me with this kidnapping. It was a little over the top, but the realism made it actually very terrifying. And Vee knows me well enough to know that a little real terror was also very exciting.
I found myself thrusting my pelvis forward, trying to eek out more pleasure from the vibrator buzzing away in my diapers. This is what Vee wanted from me. What she wanted for me. She knew exactly how to press my buttons, and I was very, very turned on. It was painful, and oh so humiliating, but if I rocked and thrust just right, I thought I could put enough weight on my crotch to feel the vibration enough through my thick diapers to get off. It was already so hot and stuffy in the bag; I struggled to breath as I got more and more worked up. I was kidnapped, hogtied in a bag, wearing nothing but three thick diapers and a bib that boldly proclaimed me as a ‘Naughty Brat,’ humping a vibrator tucked away in my soiled diapers while I struggled to breath through my kidnapper’s panties held in by a pacifier gag. I was the ultimate damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued by Lady Victory, the badass super heroine who would come and save me from this. And when she saved me, she was going to take me and—
The vibrator in my diaper died.
A guttural scream of pure frustration emanated from my panty and pacifier gag. I was so close! I humped my diapers in a frenzy, trying to get there on my own, but it wasn’t enough. I finally went limp in my bonds, sobbing in frustration. I had been so close.
I’m not sure how long I was lying there after the vibrator died. For a little bit I considered that this had been part of it, that Vee had somehow shut off my vibrator when I was right on the edge, she’d have been monitoring me somehow, but the longer I laid there, the more I realized I had been kidding myself. Vee hadn’t arranged my kidnapping. The real Madam Arania had broken into Vee’s mansion and kidnapped me from my crib like the Lindbergh baby. I’d managed to fool myself for a few minutes because I’m depraved and I wanted to feel all right about cumming in spite of my situation. And I hadn’t even managed to do that, defeated by a dead battery.
The vehicle I was in came to a stop finally while I was feeling sorry for myself. I could only wait in my bonds for the trunk to be open, and then I heard my kidnapper’s voice again, low and sultry. “Are you still alive in there?”
I moaned into my gag and struggled a little to show that yes, I hadn’t choked on her panties. She unzipped the bag, and I felt cool and fresh air on my hot, sweaty body for the first time in hours.
“Phew, you stink,” she commented. I’d wet my diapers three more times, and I had to be pretty ripe. I squinted as I turned my head and looked up at her. She smiled down at me while she dramatically waved her hand in front of her face. “Good thing I put you in those extra diapers. Oh!” she noted, pressing the crotch of my bulging padding. “Did someone’s toy die?” I glared at her. “Well I hope you had some fun while it lasted.” She gave me a knowing smirk, and I wondered if she had been monitoring me somehow, and had witnessed my failed attempt to climax.
She released me from my hogtie, but left my wrists and ankles bound. “Hugo, grab our guest,” she commanded. The little man grabbed me bodily and threw me over his shoulder.
“She does stink, Mistress,” he said, patting my diapered butt. I groaned. It’s not like it was my fault.
“Well, someone didn’t want me to change her diaper,” the villain said. I guess it was a little my fault. I just hung my head and stared at Hugo’s back as he carried me inside. The spiderweb patterns on the carpet just solidified my suspicion that this was real, and I had actually been kidnapped and taken to Madam Arania’s hideout. Hugo set me down on a chair, and I looked around. I was in some sort of library or study, with shelves of books and glass terrariums filled with all manner of spiders all over the room. Madam Arania was already sitting on an old fabric couch across from me.
“Welcome to my home. Very few have that pleasure,” she said.
I just stared at her. She snapped her fingers at her minion. “Hugo, remove her gag.”
He hustled back over to me and unfastened my pacifier gag. I tried my best to work the panties out of my mouth, but before I could he put his gross, stubby fingers in my mouth and pulled them out for me. I coughed and worked my jaw while Hugo deposited her sodden panties and the pacifier gag in Madam Arania’s hand. She twirled the gag around in the air by the strap, watching me.
“Thank you,” I said in a raspy voice when I got used to not having my mouth stuffed.
“I assume from that little video when you were dressed as me that you already know who I am, but my name is Madam Arania,” she said.
I nodded, unsure of what to say.
“And this is where you introduce yourself to me.”
I gulped.
“Has your mommy not taught you any manners?”
I wanted to say something snarky, something about Stranger Danger, but nothing good was coming to me. She scared me. “She’s not…” I trailed off.
“What was that?” she asked. “Speak up when speaking to an adult.”
“She’s not—” I started again, but she cleared her throat, and I found myself speaking up. “She’s not my mommy. Not my mom…”
“Oh?” She leaned forward, her elbow on her knee, cupping her chin in her pale hand. “You mean that Lady Victory is not the actual mother of a little twenty something adult baby?”
I blushed. “No…”
“Obviously. I admit, I am fascinated by, all of, this,” she gestured up and down at my attire. “But we’ll get to that. But first, your name.”
I kept my mouth shut, my jaw set. I wasn’t going to give her anything.
“Would you prefer I call you ‘Naughty Brat’?”
I opened my mouth but closed it again.
Her tone shifted suddenly, much, much sterner. “Or would you prefer that I put the Naughty Brat over my knee and give you a spanking that will make the one that Lady Victory gave you seem like a massage?”
“Molly. My name is Molly,” I blurted.
“Good girl.” I hated how easily she had me cowed. “Now then, Molly. It seems you have a very, special, relationship with Lady Victory. It’s not surprising. The bastion of purity and virtue would of course need an outlet for some of those darker… urges.”
I hung my head. It’s not like it was my fault for Vee’s secret getting out, but I still couldn’t help but feel responsible. I was living evidence of her kinky lesbian sex life, tied up and diapered on display for this bitch to use against her.
“Now the question is,” she paused, leaning in closer. “How much does she care about her ‘Naughty Brat’?”
My eyes snapped up to her.
“Tell me, Molly. What would Lady Victory do to save you?”
Anger boiled up within me. I couldn’t feel responsible for this. She had kidnapped me! And what Vee and I did in private was none of hers or anyone else’s business.
“We’ve had our tussles in the past, and I’ve never managed to best her, but to be fair, she’s never managed to catch me either. But perhaps with the right morsel positioned in my web—”
“You bitch!” I said with as much confidence I could muster. “You think using me is going to help you beat her?”
“Oh, does she not care enough about her helpless widdle baby to come rescue you?” she mocked.
“You got lucky, finding me like that!” I don’t know what I was doing. I was mad, and the words were just flowing out of me. “If you’d showed up and I wasn’t already tied up, well,” I was starting to fumble. Even in my fury I couldn’t try to argue that things might have been different if I wasn’t in such a compromising position when she showed up. “Well you got lucky, but your luck is gonna run out!”
We stared at each other for a long, tense moment. And then she burst out laughing. “Stop that!” I tried, but she just waved her hand at me, still laughing.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, phew. You’re right, Molly. I did get extremely lucky. I mean, even if Lady Victory hadn’t been distracted today by the bank robberies I may or may not have had a hand in, it was very fortunate for me that I’d tracked down the company that installed the security system at her mansion, and got both her address and a way to bypass the security. Lucky me.”
I glowered at her. She was still chuckling a little as she spoke, mocking me.
“But you’re absolutely right. I couldn’t have, in my wildest dreams, imagined I’d find a treasure trove like her little sex dungeon. Or that I’d find such a precious thing like you, all tied up in your crib, just begging through your pacifier for me to take you.”
The links on my cuffs clinked as I tried to pull my arms forward, forgetting just how helpless I still was.
“Perhaps you do have some fight in you after all,” she chuckled. “Maybe if Lady Victory didn’t already have you all tied up, I might not have been able to snatch you up so easily. Perhaps it really was all luck.”
I wanted to confirm that, but I just kept my mouth shut, trying to keep my gaze focused on her.
“Are you a fierce fighter, under those cute little mittens and bib and pacifier?”
I committed to silence. I was absolutely not that, but I feel like I would have stood a better chance of defending myself if I was wearing more than a soiled diaper.
“You know what, that’s fair.”
I almost broke my silence to ask an incredulous “What?” but I kept my mouth shut.
“Fine. Hugo, grab our guest a change of clothes.” He bowed and left the room. “Molly, I’ll let you shower, get cleaned up, put on some real clothes. Perhaps there’s more to you what meets the eye.”
I nodded, still afraid to speak and ruin whatever little opportunity I’d somehow gotten for myself.
“I look forward to seeing what the girl who caught Lady Victory’s fancy is capable of.” She got up and sauntered over to me. I stiffened, but she knelt before me and undid the cuffs on my ankles. She helped me up and then removed my wrist cuffs and mittens. “I’ll let you deal with this,” she patted my diapers, “yourself.”
I managed to get out a “Thank you,” without my voice betraying me, and then she showed me to a quite lavish bathroom. A massive bathtub dominated the center of the room, with a separate shower in the corner and a long sink and mirror taking up one wall, with a toilet behind a door in the other corner. And in the toilet room I couldn’t help but notice there was a window!
“Get cleaned up, Molly. I’ll see you shortly.” She smiled, and left me alone, shutting the door behind her. There was a lock on the door and I immediately turned it. I waddled across the room to the toilet, pausing to glance at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair was all sweaty and stringy. The restraints had left deep impression on my wrists and ankles, and they’d been on so long I’d forgotten about the nipple clamps on my nipples. I gritted my teeth, knowing the pain I was in for. Searing agony exploded across my tender buds as blood rushed back into them, and I let out a tiny shriek.
I wanted to just cradle my boobs for a moment, but I had to hurry. I had no idea how long they’d give me. I ripped off my bib and waddled into the toilet room to examine the window. It was small, it would be a tight squeeze, but I could probably fit through it. I opened it and looked out. There as about a ten foot drop into the yard, and it extended maybe a couple hundred feet until the edge of the woods. I had no idea where I was, but it had to be better than in Madam Arania’s house.
I ducked back into the main bathroom. There were clothes and fresh towels laid out on the counter for me. A black dress that looked to be straight out of Madam Arania’s wardrobe. No underwear. Of course. I turned on the shower, letting it run. As much as I would have loved to just soak in the shower for like, forever, but I was in a hurry. I took off my diapers and stepped in the shower, letting the hot water wash all the filth and sweat from my body. It felt heavenly, but I couldn’t allow myself to relax now. With one last longing look at her extensive collection of soaps and shampoos, I ran out of the shower, leaving the water running, and went straight for the window. I immediately regretted not taking the time to at least dry off as I nearly slipped on the toilet trying to climb up into the window, but I was committed. I managed to get my legs out, and wiggled further and further out. My hips almost got wedged in, but I flailed my legs until they slid through. The next challenge was getting my boobs through, and the pain as my tortured nipples were dragged across the windowsill was excruciating.
“Come on Molly,” I told myself. “Better naked and free than tied up and diapered.” I dropped to the ground. I couldn’t stick the landing and I fell, rolling a few feet before I got control. I stumbled to my feet, naked, soaking wet and dirty, but I was free. I threw my arms up in the air in a silent cheer and started to run for the woods.
“This is certainly interesting.”
I spun around to see Madam Arania standing by the house. Somehow I must have missed her when I was slipping out the window. Of course she had seen this coming, and was ready for it.
She clapped her hands. “I was afraid you were going to get stuck in the window like Winnie the Pooh. Admittedly, the view wasn’t bad.”
I spun back around and started to run again, sprinting for the tree line. It was the only chance I had.
Something sticky hit me in the back, and suddenly I was yanked back. My feet flew out from under me, and I crashed down onto my butt.
“Come back into my web,” she purred. I looked back over my shoulder, and my eyes widened. She had four black metal appendages curled forward from her back. A thick white strand extended from one, all the way to my back. Her spider suit.
“Let me go!” I screamed, reaching back for the web stuck to my back. In a flash, she fired another strand of web, catching me in the back of the hand. “No!” I cried as they started to reel me in. I tried to dig in and hold my ground, but they dragged me across the grass.
“You think I got LUCKY finding you like that?” Two more webs shot out from the remaining limbs, sticking to my left leg and right hip. I tried to rip them off, but my hands just got stuck to the gooey but strong webbing. “As if I couldn’t have captured a pathetic little thing like you if Lady Victory hadn’t left you all gift wrapped for me?” Her voice was rising, her tone getting indignant.
I was crying, unable to form words as she dragged me in. As I struggled, I just got more and more tangled in the webbing. She pulled me across the yard to her, lifting me off the ground in front of her, and then the limbs snapped forward, grabbing me in their strong grasp. She held me up until we were eye to eye.
“You better hope she cares about you enough to come for you. Because you’re mine now. And I don’t give up my toys as easily as she does.” She started to spin me, wrapping the webs around me. Her cackle filled my ears as she mummified me. My screams fell silent as the sticky webbing covered my lips. The spider had me. But I wasn’t the real prize. I was just bait.