Sean had yet to ask her his big question again, not since the first night he’d kidnapped them, but the proposal still loomed heavy between them, especially when they were alone together. Really, what would being married to Sean change for her? She was his prisoner regardless, and his unwilling co-conspirator in keeping her friends captive as well. Either way, she shared his bed every night, bound and gagged while he had his way with her. Maybe being his bride would grant her more freedom, but she doubted it. Even if her physical restraints were loosened, they were largely for his enjoyment at this point. There was no escape. She could feel the question coming again though, a ticking time bomb looming ever on the horizon. He wanted her to say yes, but only when she wanted to be his wife. Part of her feared his wrath when he realized she would never want that. Another part of her dreaded that he might be right, that he could break her to a point where she did in fact desire the life he offered her.

Sara’s coughing, spluttering gasp as she sucked in air brought Brook back into the present. The helpless girl in her lap had drained her bottle, and was looking desperately up at her caretaker for help.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Brook said, pulling the bottle out of her mouth and swiftly replaced it with Sara’s pacifier gag before the girl could attempt to speak. Brook was doing her a favor, knowing full well Sean would punish Sara again if she tried to use adult words. Maybe Sara had learned from the last time she’d spent an hour in the punishment corner with a bar of soap clenched between her teeth, with the promise that if she dropped it Sean would spank her again, this time without her diaper to protect her bruised bottom from his belt. If Brook still saw her as an adult, she might have trusted Sara to keep herself out of trouble, but a week of seeing her as a helpless baby that couldn’t help but fill her diapers made Brook start to see her as a little girl that needed to be looked after and taken care of.

Sara’s lips tightened around the oversized pacifier, staring up at Brook’s tits. Brook had at first believed that Sean’s threats that Sara would soon be drinking her mommy’s milk instead of her formula had been a joke, a sick twisted one, but not something that he had every intention of making happen. Now, with the noticeable growth of her boobs, the uncomfortable fullness, the extra sensitivity of her nipples, it seemed crazy that there had been a time when she didn’t think Sean would play with her hormones and alter her very physiology. The only question now was when she’d start lactating, and she’d be feeding Sara from her tits instead of a bottle every day.

“It’s bed time,” Brook said. She reached down, checking Sara’s diaper. A quick crotch squeeze revealed Sara was wet. Brook had changed her recently, and she considered just putting her to bed and sparing her yet another intimate diaper change. “Let’s go.” Brook got up and started pulling Sara up so she could pick up the smaller girl and get her into her crib.

“Mmmmph!” Sara moaned, pressing her mittened hands against the swollen crotch of her diaper.

She was an adult, Brook reminded herself. She could ask her if she wanted a diaper change or not. It wasn’t much, but it was a small token of freedom she could give her fellow captive. “Do you want me to change you?” she asked.

“Mmmhhmmmm,” Sara moaned, her cheeks blushing to closely match the pink of the strap holding her pacifier firmly in her mouth.

“Of course.” She took for granted the small privilege of being allowed to use the bathroom. It had to be awful, squatting outside in the grass outside like Kelsey, or worse, having to just sit in a wet or messy diaper like Sara. At least Sean relegated the responsibility of changing her to Brook. She could only imagine how much worse it would be for her lesbian friend, if their male captor had to touch her, to wipe her, to clean her.

Brook and Sara avoided eye contact as Brook changed her diaper, making sure she was very thorough. The last thing either of them needed was Sean to give her another lesson on how to change Sara’s diaper. The memory of him over her shoulder, holding her wrists, making her rub and rub and rub her friend’s clit, until finally Sara had cum on her hands, still haunted her. “Don’t stop,” he repeated in her ear while she cried. “She’s our baby girl, and we have to take good care of her.”

Sara squirmed and moaned under her touch, and Brook quickly stopped, satisfied she’d been at it long enough if he was watching her on the cameras. All business, she shook powder over Sara’s smooth pussy and pulled the fresh diaper up between her legs and taped it in place.

“Better?” she asked, meeting Sara’s eyes again.

Sara nodded, holding her arms up. Brook pulled her up, the smaller girl wrapping her mittened hands around her neck and holding on while Brook picked her up. Brook could’ve sworn Sara was getting heavier. It wasn’t all that surprising; a large part of her diet was fatty formula laced with only god and Sean knew what, and Sara wasn’t afforded even close to the level of exercise Brook and Kelsey got. She wasn’t fat, by any means, yet, but her once flat stomach had started to hang over her diapers just a little bit. Brook wasn’t the only one their captor was physically altering.

“There you go.” Brook laid Sara down in her crib. The girl offered up her limbs freely to be strapped into the corners of her babyish prison for the night. As depressing as it was to see her so submissive to her nightly routine, it was a lot better than the nights Brook had had to fight her to get her restrained for bed. “Good girl,” she said, adopting Sean’s condescending praise for his slaves. She heard it the second the words were out of her mouth, but there was no taking them back. She gave Sara a pitying smile and pulled her blanket up over her, and put her teddy bear next to her. “Goodnight, Sara,” she whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

“Aaahhh uuvvvvv ooooh,” Sara garbled behind her pacifier. Brook hoped she hadn’t been trying to say what it sounded like. Sean told her he loved her, but he hadn’t required her to say it to him back, or either of her charges.

“Sleep tight,” she said, walking away from Sara. Back to him. She left the nursery, padding slowly down the hall to their bedroom. She took her time, but there was only so much delaying the inevitable she could get away with.

“Hello, dear.” He was already in bed, sitting up against the headboard, a book in his lap, the iPad he was probably watching in on them sitting next to him on the nightstand.

“Hello Sean. May I get ready for bed?”

He eyed her up and down. She was already dressed for bed in her semi-translucent black negligee, though she likely wouldn’t get to keep her tight black panties for long. “What’s the rush?”

“I’m a little tired,” she said, her mind already racing for an acceptable excuse for why she might be tired. “And you look comfortable,” she added.

Sean threw back the sheets. He was just wearing his black silk briefs. “I am, but not too comfortable to have a little fun with you, my… dear.”

“Alright.” She stepped towards the bed. There was no use arguing.

He patted the bed next to him. “You know, I wish I could call you something else.”

Her eyes flicked to the dresser, where she knew the small black box holding the engagement ring he wanted to give her was waiting. The one he wanted her to want. “You can call me anything you want.”

His eyes lit up. “Is that so?”

His slave. His prisoner. His slut. Any of those sounded preferable in her head to what he wanted. “I’m yours,” she said, climbing onto the bed, crawling towards his dick. Maybe she could dodge the question.

He grabbed her by the chin, lifting her face to look up at him. “Don’t play coy with me.” His tone was playful, but she knew all too well that could change in a heartbeat.

Her breathing quickened. Again her eyes betrayed her, flicking to the dresser drawer. “Are you asking?”

“Are you ready?”

It was a trick question. Answer honestly, risk his wrath. Lie to him, and it might be worse.

“Brook?”

Silence was not an option either. “Why me?”

He seemed taken aback by the question, letting go of her chin and leaning back against the headboard.

She wondered it a lot. Why her? What had she done to deserve this? Was it the simple act of being nice to a guy she met online, largely out of pity because she thought his wife had died? Had he been targeting her long before that, and matching up with him on a dating app had been carefully orchestrated by a stalker? “Why do you want to marry me?”

“Oh Brook. You don’t even see how special you are,” he said, cupping her cheek in his hands again, tenderly stroking down the side of her face with his thumb.

“I’m not special,” she choked, fighting back tears. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

A single tear spilled from her eyelid, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I do.”

“Alright.” He let go of her face, and got up from the bed, leaving her on all fours on the mattress by herself. She stayed, frozen in place, unsure what would come next. “Maybe I was wrong.”

Brook gulped. Her heart was jackhammering in her chest. Sean was not the type to admit he was wrong.

“I suppose it could have been anyone,” he mused, pacing around the perimeter of the bed. “I could have chosen anyone to be my wife, any girl at random.”

As much as Brook wouldn’t wish her fate on anyone, she felt herself nodding along, the idea that some stranger could be in her place was so appealing.

“Is that what you think, Brook?”

“Ye— yes!” she blurted.

“Fine. So be it.” Sean grabbed her by the hair. Brook screamed as she was bodily pulled off the bed, scrambling to get her legs under her as he started dragging her out of the bedroom.

“Wait! Stop! I’m sorry!!!”

“No. You’re not,” he said coldly, pulling her down the hall, towards the nursery. “But that doesn’t matter. If I was wrong about wanting you for my wife, I’ll just try someone else.” He burst into the nursery, dragging her with him.

Sara was awake, looking up at them from between the bars of her crib, moaning into her pacifier gag.

“No! You can’t!”

“If you don’t want to be my wife, that’s fine. You can be the baby, and maybe Sara here will want to be my wife.”

“MMMMPPHH!!!” Sara screamed, her crib rattling as she struggled.

“No!! Wait! I’ll marry you!!! Please!!!”

“Too late.” He threw her up on the changing table. He didn’t even bother strapping her down, holding her down easily while he tore off her flimsy negligee.

“Please!! I’m sorry!!! You were rigmmmph!!!” she kept pleading until he stuffed her panties in her mouth.

“You’re gonna love your new life, baby girl. You can just sit in your crib, pissing your diapers, while your mommy and I live our happily wedded life. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Brook threw her head side to side as she was manhandled into one of Sara’s diapers. She couldn’t differentiate between her own muted screams and Sara’s terrified wailing as the smaller girl watched her assume Sara’s fate of the last week, knowing something much, much worse was in store for her. Brook’s hands tried with no success to push him away as the humiliating garment was pulled up between her legs and taped on tightly, only earning herself a pair of mittens just like Sara’s locked over her fists.

“You’re going to be such a good, helpless baby for mommy and daddy, aren’t you?” he flipped her over on her stomach, delivering three hard smacks to her diapered bottom before grabbing her arms and yanking them behind her back. A handy roll of duct tape made short work of binding her wrists behind her back. He grabbed her hair again, yanking her head back. “If this doesn’t work out, I guess you can all switch again. You’d make a cute dog too. After all, it’s not like it matters, right?” he asked, pulling the tape between her stuffed lips, wrapping the sticky stuff tightly around her head. “You’re not special, and I had no reason to possibly want to marry you out of all the others, so it doesn’t fucking matter, does it?”

“Mmmmph!!!” Brook cried into her strict gag. He yanked her back to her feet and marched her over to the crib. Sean dropped the side and threw her in on top of Sara, the two diapered girls finding themselves suddenly pressed together face to face. They shared a brief look of panic and mutual pity while Brook’s legs were pulled back, her heels pressed into her thick diaper as she was brutally hogtied, Sean wrapping the tape from her mouth to her ankles, keeping her head wrenched back, before she was shoved to the side, and Sean unstrapped Sara. Brook could only watch, helplessly hogtied, diapered and panty gagged, while her friend was dragged out of the crib, and the rails slid back up into place. The petite lesbian wailed into her pacifier as her diaper was ripped off, their captor hurling it to the side.

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” he told the struggling girl. “Don’t worry, until the muscle relaxers and laxatives wear off, I’ve got a nice big butt plug for you.” He slapped her ass, making her scream.

The crib that Brook had thought was the girl’s prison was actually a fence, the humiliating diapers she wore had been a barrier between her and the monster that held them captive. Brook couldn’t appreciate her new position, safe behind the bars, her pussy protected from his penis by a thick layer of padding. She could only think of Sara, and what was about to happen to her, all because of Brook’s choices.

“Sleep tight, baby girl,” Sean said to Brook. “Let’s go, dear.” He threw Sara over his shoulder and carried her off, off to the bedroom. To his bed.

He left the nursery door open, most definitely on purpose, so she could hear them. All night, while she struggled to no avail, she listened to them, to the things he was doing to her. Brook knew all too well what happened in his bedroom. She remembered being tied to his bed, spread and helpless while he had his way with her. But it was Sara now. The sting of her failure was magnified by the maternal feeling Sean had hammered into her for Sara. She was her baby girl, and she was supposed to protect her. Brook screamed into her gag, thrashing against the tape hogtying her, but she was the helpless baby now. For hours she fought, all the while listening to what he was doing to Sara.

Brook didn’t sleep a wink, and judging from the racket coming from the bedroom, neither did Sean and Sara. When it finally went quiet, Brook slumped against her bonds, exhausted. Her diaper was soaked, her joints aching from the stringent hogtie, her jaw sore from the brutal gag. Heavy footsteps came from the hall. Sara entered the nursery ass first, her limp form slung under Sean’s arm. He dropped her on the plush carpet of the nursery, the girl crumpling into a limp puddle at his feet. Brook couldn’t even look at her, her eyes riveted on Sean.

“Did you have a good night?”

“Nnnn nnnn,” Brook moaned, shaking her head as best as she could.

He dropped the rails of the crib. “I’m going to give you one more chance,” he said, unwinding her cruel gag.

Brook groaned as she was allowed to bend her neck forward. He plucked the sodden panties from her mouth. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to marry you.”

“I know,” he said, matter-of-factly as he untaped her wrists and pulled the mittens off of her hands.

“You were right.”

“I know.”

“I am special.”

“Yes, you are. Now get the baby back in her diapers and put her down for a nap, and then take the dog out. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Yes, sir.”

Satisfied, Sean turned and walked out. Brook climbed out of the crib on shaky legs and stood over Sara. Her friend turned her head to look up at her; her eyes were bleary and she had a ring gag strapped between her teeth, and there was telltale white fluid dripping down her chin.

“I’m so sorry. That’s never going to happen again.” Brook tried to pick her up, but she was too weak, and unlike normal, Sara made no effort to help. Brook slid down onto the floor next to her and settled for just pulling her close. “I won’t let anything like that ever happen to you again, I promise.”

Sara nodded, even though they both knew full well that wasn’t a promise Brook had any power to keep. At that moment, Sara just needed comforting, and Brook pulled her head close to her aching breasts. Maybe it was spending all night struggling in her hogtie with her boobs squashed beneath her, but they were especially tender. Perhaps her milk was starting to come in. Either way, it was a good time to find out, she decided as she unclasped her baby girl’s ring gag and guided her mouth to her nipple.

“I’m going to take care of you. Mommy’s got you.”