Sara should have moved. She didn’t care that her roommates still would have been kidnapped; she couldn’t see them, she had no clue what fate had befallen them. She knew only where she found herself, and she wished that she had signed that lease and moved out last week.

But she kept on hoping that Brook would break up with him.

Sean.

Their kidnapper.

The man who had come into their home, been invited in, and had tied them up at gunpoint and taken them away to only god knew where.

Sara hadn’t liked Brook’s new boyfriend from the beginning, but not for any particular reason other than that he was dating Brook. Not like Kelsey, who had taken a strong stance against him simply because she didn’t like his vibe. How right her other roommate had been.

In the end it hadn’t mattered. Sara had endured watching her crush date someone else, Kelsey’s very vocal opinion had gone unheeded, and Brook had never broken up with him.

And all three of them had been kidnapped.

She gave another burst of struggling, screaming in frustration into her gag. Sean had taken her out of the car, but still blindfolded, Sara had even less of a clue where she was now, only that her abductor had left her alone once more to tend to her roommates. Sara rubbed her face against the soft carpeting she found herself on, but the tape wrapped over her eyes and mouth refused to budge. Wiggling around on her side, she felt around behind her with her bound hands, and kicked out with her bare feet. Her toes finally connected with something hard, and squirmed closer, moving her bound feet in tandem as she blindly explored with her toes. It was the wooden leg of some piece of furniture. A bed, maybe. Rolling onto her back, she brought her legs higher, feeling along the object, her toes encountering a row of wooden bars.

Her heartbeat picked up as she realized she was feeling a cage.

Further attempts to figure out her new surroundings were halted before they could resume again when she heard the creak of the door hinges. Holding her breath, Sara could hear footsteps coming closer.

“I wasn’t sure what to do with you at first.”

Sara swung her bound legs in the direction of her kidnapper’s voice. She couldn’t see him. Before he’d blindfolded her he’d seen how Kelsey had fared trying to fight him. Whether it was courage or willful ignorance or just blind panic that gave her the strength to lash out, it didn’t matter. Sean caught her by the ankles, and the petite girl found herself being dragged bodily across the floor.

“Mmmmphhh!”

“None of that.” His voice was calm, matter of fact, the act of deflecting her clumsy attack and moving her whole body seeming effortless. Her legs wound up over his shoulder, lifting her bottom half off the ground, and she screamed louder when she felt his hands on the hem of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping her fly.

“Nnnmmpphh! Stmmmpphhh!” Sara wiggled like a fish on a hook, thrashing wildly, but she couldn’t prevent him from pulling her pants down.

“At first I thought you might make a nice dog.” He yanked her pants down to her ankles, the denim bunched up around the tape binding her legs. “But you’re not a bitch, not like the other one.”

Even in her terror, Sara was cognizant enough to know by his tone exactly who he meant. Sara probably hated him more, but Kelsey had not been shy about expressing her distaste for their roommate’s boyfriend. And that had been before he kidnapped them…

“You could have made a nice little puppy. A yappy little lap dog, perhaps, but that didn’t seem right.”

Sara had no clue what he was talking about. She could only focus on his hands on her bare legs, touching her in a way no man had ever touched the proud lesbian before.

“You’d have made a cute little kitty, too. With soft ears…” His hands were touching her face, running through her blond hair. “Squishy, sensitive paw pads…” he grabbed her feet, squeezing her soft soles. “A soft, silky tail…” She screamed as he ran his hands up the backs of her bare legs, groping her butt through her panties. “But we don’t need another pet.”

Tears welled up under the tape blindfold. She kept trying to squirm away, to no avail.

“Imagine my surprise when I took a look on your computer.”

Sara froze. She always made a point to leave the house when Brook had Sean over; it was too hard. She knew he worked in tech. Had he hacked her computer on one of his visits? She thought stuff in her room had been moved once, but Brook had assured her that Sean would have had no reason to go in her room.

Brook had been wrong about a lot of things.

“I read some of your stories.”

Sara’s heart stopped. She wasn’t a writer, by any means, but she had always used it as a form of escapism, retelling her reality in a more fantastical and positive light.

“One in particular.”

She knew exactly the one. She never shared any of her stories, but this one was especially private.

“It was quite childish, but that’s part of what made it endearing.”

Suddenly his hands were under her, scooping her up like she weighed nothing.

“I enjoyed the unconventional protagonist, the shy, unassuming Sorceress who ends up saving the Princess from the secretly sinister Prince Charming? I wonder, if that was supposed to be me?” She could feel him walking, not far, before he put her back down on a raised surface.

It was a stupid story, a cliché fantasy, and pure wish fulfillment, a few thousand words never meant to be seen by any eyes but hers.

“There’s no mistaking that ‘Princess River’ is Brook. You were far more descriptive with ‘the buxom, auburn-locked vision of beauty’ than anything else. But naming her after another body of water? It’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” He booped her nose. Sara’s cheeks burned under the tight tape.

“You never finished, but it was quite clear where you were going with it. Our lovely Princess River falls and in love with the Sorceress? Together they defeat the sinister Prince? Or does the Sorceress do that all by herself, rescuing the beautiful damsel in distress? Am I right?” Strong hands ripped the tape holding her ankles together, and shortly after, her pants came all the way off.

Somehow, having her secret work cruelly critiqued was almost as bad as his hands upon her flesh. It brought back teenage anxieties from school, reminding her why she no longer shared her writing. Even the cool air on her bare legs was not enough to prevent the nervous sweat she was breaking out in.

“Is that how you see yourself? Brook’s true knight in shining armor? Do you feel vindicated? Do you think she’ll fall in love with you now? That you’ll rescue her from me?”

“Nnnnmppphh!” Sara wailed, struggling. His strong hands held her down. She could feel the cold metal against her belly as fabric shears began cutting through her shirt.

“Let me tell you how your story actually ends.”

Snip snip snip. The scissors tore through her collar, baring her bra. Sara felt the cold steel against her stomach again, and within seconds her bra was shorn in two.

“You’re not a knight in shining armor.” Two more snips and the shoulder straps were rendered useless. Seconds later her ruined bra was torn from her body.

“You don’t save the damsel in distress.” Sara squirmed as she felt the scissors on her hips, her panties pulled out at the sides. Snip. Snip.

“Princess River lives happily ever after with her Prince Charming.” One strong yank and her shredded underwear was yanked out from under her, and suddenly she was very, very naked and vulnerable.

“And the Sorceress, who foolishly and immaturely thought to try and ruin things for the beautiful Princess,” Sean grabbed her wildly flailing legs and lifted them up into the air. “She got what was coming to her. She wasn’t the knight in shining armor. No, she served a much different purpose.”

Sara was lowered back down, her naked butt resting on something soft. Her captor spread her legs despite her attempts to keep them closed, and something was pulled between her spread thighs.

“But don’t you worry.” Her head was jerked forward as he painfully started ripping the tape blindfold off of her. “You’ll still get to be with your precious Princess.”

“The clever Prince wanted to give his Princess a very special gift. This is something I wanted to give my first wife, but we weren’t ready. Consider yourself, a trial run.”

Sara winced and screamed in pain into her gag as the last layer of tape was ripped off of her eyes. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the low light she found herself in. Her tears had loosened the adhesive hold, but it still hurt, pulling fresh droplets from her tear ducts.

“Obviously, we’re not ready for a little one of our own yet.” He grabbed her by the back of her head, lifting her gaze to stare down her naked body.

Her mostly naked body.

Her eyes blinked rapidly as she processed the new, unfamiliar addition starting at her waist.

“Brook wants to have babies one day. I don’t think we’re ready to have our own yet, but in the meantime, you’ll do.”

A thick, white diaper was wrapped around her loins.

A diaper.

He’d put her in a diaper.

“And just think, you’ll get to suck on Brook’s tits when she feeds you. I’ll bet that was one of your fantasies. And trust me, your new mommy has fantastic tits.”

“Mmmmmnnnpphhh!”

Sara was able to peel her eyes away from the diaper she was wearing and for the first time see the room. It wasn’t the dark, awful dungeon she had imagined. The walls and floor were all shades of pink. The bars she assumed must be a cage were the rails of a crib. A crib large enough to contain her. A wooden rocking horse was in the corner, its glossy black eyes staring back at her across what she realized was a nursery.

Her nursery.

“And she’s even going to rub that tight little lesbian pussy of yours,” he said, grabbing her thickly padded crotch. “Every time she changes your diapers.”

“MMMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!”

Sara screamed. When he ripped the tape off her mouth she kept screaming, an ear-shattering wail that ejected the sodden cloth stuffed in her mouth.

“Shhhh shhhh shhhhh,” he chided, quickly plugging her lips once more, this time with a huge pink pacifier he swiftly and securely strapped around her head. “You’ll see your mommy soon enough, baby girl. But you’ve had a busy day, and now you need to be put down for a nap.”

Sara fought. She struggled for all she was worth as her captor untaped her wrists, but compared to him she might as well have been an actual infant. Her desperate attempts to punch and scratch him were easily thwarted as he forced her hands into thickly padded mittens. Her wildly flailing limbs were securely wrangled in when he picked her up off what she discovered was a changing table, the shelves stocked with more diapers meant for her, and he deposited her in the waiting crib.

“I know, my baby girl is grumpy,” he teased, getting the crib’s built in restraints over her limbs and stomach, strapping her down. “You’ve had a very big day. You just need to sleep.”

Sara strained against straps, shaking her head furiously from side to side while she screamed impotently into the giant rubber silencer stuffed in her mouth. This couldn’t be happening to her. It just couldn’t.

“Daddy knows what his little girl needs. I almost forgot,” he said after pulling the blanket up over her squirming body and tucking her in. He went over to the door and returned, carrying something.

Roxie.

“Here’s your bear,” he tucked the tattered stuffed bear under the blanket next to her. Last time she’d seen her childhood toy had been in her closet, in a box with a bunch of her old stuff. Sean must have taken her too.

“Sleep tight, baby girl.” Her captor leaned into the crib, holding her head still while he kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

Sara had a lot bigger things to worry about than bed bugs.