On closer inspection, she found she was lying in what looked like a large white baby crib. Startled and confused as to whether she was awake or still dreaming she tried to sit up again putting her hands on the white rungs. Once more she swung the crib and her ankle would not move. She was definitely in some kind of crib made for an adult and her ankle wore a leather strap which was fixed somewhere outside the crib.
“Hush, baby girl,” Lucien whispered gently, his face appearing over the crib.
He took hold of her shoulders and carefully lowered her head back on to the flat white silk pillow. He smoothed the rumpled single silk sheet back over her body and gently rocked the crib.
“What’s happening?” Isabelle felt disoriented. “Why am I in a baby’s crib? What are you doing to me?”
“Sh, little girl. You are safe. Christian and I have decided to regress you back to being a child to help you talk about your past experiences in a protected environment.” He sounded matter of a fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to regress her and put her in a baby crib.
“I don’t like this. I want out,” she said fiercely, trying to sit up again.
“Stay where you are, little baby or Papa will have to spank you.” It was Christian standing over her on the other side of the crib. He reached over and pressed a pink dummy into her mouth, silencing her protests.
Lucien bent down by the crib when she struggled hard with her anger. He lifted up the sheet and checked the leather cuff around her ankle on top of which was a metal loop. Through this loop was wound a leather leash. It trailed down to another metal loop in the floor through which it was tied way out of her reach. He tested its strength, pulling at the tight leash to check it was in place and no doubt to show her that he and Christian meant business.
Isabelle panicked. Her movements were restricted by the two men who were determined to protect her, whether she wished their help or not and she was now at their mercy. A small frisson of excitement at the thought wavered through her distress, making her wonder if a small part of her was very turned on by the idea.
That was when she turned her attention to what she was wearing and a new horror sprang to mind. She pulled out the dummy and tossed it over the side of the crib. Her body was clothed in a short white plain cotton nightdress. It barely covered her bottom. But there was worse to come. Isabelle shuffled her bottom to confirm her suspicions and then dipped her hands beneath the sheet to feel the texture of the soft large diaper wrapped snugly around her hips.
Her protests fell on deaf ears. Lucien continued to rock the crib and eventually Isabelle tired and felt herself resting back on the pillow, exhausted.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said in a small voice, suddenly feeling the need to relieve herself after her long sleep.
Lucien leaned over the crib to stroke her cheek lovingly. His gorgeous seductive dark eyes were filled with love and concern.
“Use the diaper, Cherie. You aren’t leaving the crib. We need to keep you resting and flat because of your injury.”
“No, no way!” She was outraged.
“Yes, you will, petite fille. You have no choice. When you are rested, I—” he corrected himself. “We will allow you to use the potty under supervision.”
“What?”
Isabelle thrashed around, trying to free herself. The top of her arm burned from the injury, but it did not stop her. “I didn’t escape Declan Mayer to have this happen to me,” she fumed, unable to believe what was happening to her.
“It’s for your own good, Isabelle.”
“You keep saying that and you are wrong. I have to find Christine Morceau.”
“We have people working on that. You are going to stay put and recover. Until we believe you feel safe and comfortable enough to tell us the secrets you have been keeping, you will remain a child. If you are a good baby girl—” Christian informed her in a gentle voice, like one a parent would use when trying to persuade a child to obedience.
“What secrets?” Isabelle interrupted. “I don’t have any. And when did you start working together?” She tried to distract them. She knew very well what they wanted to know.
“Isabelle, don’t lie. It will earn you a spanking.” Lucien was stern. “Who attacked you in the lift? And who killed your uncle? We know he didn’t just die from his illness. It was made to look that way. Did Declan kill him or did all the families get together and order it? Either way, you know who did it.”
I can’t tell you. Please don’t make me. It will get you both killed.
She was silent. Both men looked at each other with frustration.
“I think our little girl needs to be put over her papa’s knee to learn keeping secrets is not very ladylike.” Christian shook his finger at her. “Naughty girl.”
Isabelle couldn’t work out whether to laugh or be afraid. Once more she tried to distract them, intent on getting out of the crib.
“Please let me out, I need to go to the bathroom. I am desperate.”
She wasn’t lying either. Her bladder was swollen and pushing painfully against her stomach. If she didn’t go to the bathroom soon she would be shamefully wetting the diaper - something she wanted to avoid at all cost.
You can’t humiliate me like this.
Lucien smiled and leaned into the crib. He pulled the sheet down and caressed his fingers along the bottom of her baby doll nightdress. She gasped, feeling pleasurable need pulse in her vagina when his warm fingers brushed her skin just above the diaper, across her stomach.
“Sh, use the diaper, Cherie. You aren’t old enough to use the toilet.”
As he finished speaking, he flattened his palm and swept it down to her lower stomach and pressed hard. Isabelle shrieked.
“No, no please. I want to go to the bathroom!”
“Hush, little one and let your water flow into the diaper like a good girl. We will change you and then we will feed you.”
This time when Lucien pressed down on her lower abdomen, it was hard and droplets of water were beginning to escape into the diaper. The horror of her lack of control shone wildly on her features.
“That’s it,” Lucien cooed with a knowing smile. “Let your water go.”
Christian began stroking her bare leg to soothe her agitation.
“Be a good girl and do as you are told,” Christian whispered, smiling at her.
Isabelle panted with the effort to hold the contents of her bladder. But Lucien continued exerting pressure on her stomach with his hand even though she tried to pull his hand away. Skilfully he caught her hand and Christian took hold of the other. Never had she felt so vulnerable and exposed. The baby doll nightdress had risen up to rest just below her breasts. Her hard dark nipples poked through the sheer white fabric and the large white diaper with babies and pink flowers on it was on full show. The idea of peeing into it when being watched by the two men was humiliating.
But try as she might, her water was slowly squeezed from her body by Lucien and her stomach cramping with the tremendous effort of keeping it in. One more deep press from Lucien and her water broke free, cascading like a torrent into the diaper in front of the two men.
Shamed burned her cheeks as Lucien continued to press her stomach to make sure she released every drop.
“Let’s get it all out,” he whispered, watching the diaper grow heavy as it soaked up her pee.
Warmth flooded her sex and a part of her felt a delicious wanton lust at having been forced to release her water by the two men. It seemed she craved to be dominated to the point her bodily functions were controlled. It was a hard realisation to swallow or even make sense of for Isabelle. Yet it was there and she could not hide from her feelings anymore. Lucien and Christian were making her face them and her true nature. One they were more than eager to bring out in her.
Isabelle couldn’t bring herself to look at the men when she’d finished.
“Well done,” they both chorused, letting her hands go to rest on the crib mattress.<
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“You will get used to it,” Christian reassured.
No, I won’t.
Chapter 12
Christian undid the restraint placed around her ankle and lifted her out of the crib in his arms. Isabelle found herself burying her head against his chest, ashamed he was carrying her in a wet diaper. But his arms were so warm and protective around her he made her feel comforted just like a child. Isabelle had never felt this safe in her life before so much so the emotion was overwhelming and brought tears to her eyes.
He laid her down on a changing mat that had already been prepared by Lucien on the floor. Next to the mat was a fresh clean diaper, baby lotion and wipes. There was more humiliation to come.
“Please let me change it on my own. I can’t bear for you to see . . .”
“Hush. Don’t be embarrassed. We want to care for you, little girl,” Lucien undid the Velcro holding the nappy around her body and opened it up.
“We can’t have you sitting in this all day now, can we?”
Lucien moved the diaper away to one side, allowing Christian to lift her legs. Isabelle wanted to die with shame. Anger came out of nowhere and bubbled inside her making her struggle fiercely. Christian held on to her legs to keep her in place as Lucien took out some wipes and began to clean her pussy and then her bottom with another.
“Papa is not happy with your struggling, little one. Stop it now or I will spank you hard,” Lucien warned.
But Isabelle refused to listen to him. Her pussy was on full display as Lucien wiped it and her bottom like a baby. The humiliation was just a step too far.
“I think you need some strong discipline to calm that temper of yours,” Lucien sounded like her father, which riled her all the more.
When Lucien finished, Christian pushed her legs further back and up to her chest until her bottom was off the floor making it an easy target for a firm male hand to strike. Then he opened them making her feel completely helpless and dominated in his strong hold. He could do anything to her in that position, penetrate her in any of her orifices. The notion thrilled her and frightened her all at the same time. Quickly he moved behind her head pulling her legs back further, slightly bending them at the knees. Lucien turned sideways and raised his palm, curving it slightly and caught one buttock hard. Isabelle yelped as the blow stung her flesh with force. She barely had time to breathe before he was striking the other and moving back to the first.
He spanked each buttock in turn and then began to deliver slaps to her bottom catching the beginnings of the curve just above the tender backs of her thighs. Every blow rocked her back reminding her of the tight hold Christian had on her legs.
“You will not disobey both your papas again,” Lucien scolded moving to spank the backs of her thighs producing a fresh batch of childlike tears from her eyes. “We are in charge of your welfare and safety, Isabelle and we will have your surrender to our authority and your obedience without question. Every time you buck against our rule one of us will spank you whether it be here in private or publicly in front of others. Do you understand?”
Isabelle did to answer him, too shocked yet enthralled by his words. No one had ever cared so deeply for her safety and health. Her Uncle had come close but he was a cold man only able to offer small endearments and evidences of his strong love for her. She’d taken them whenever he offered them but she had always felt alone and isolated in her family. Even though Lucien and Christian’s discipline was strong, firm and designed to guide her behaviour to their will, it was loving. They had made her the centre of their worlds caring for and loving her as strong as a helpless babe in arms.
A sudden sharp slap to her pussy had Isabelle waking from her reverie. To her surprise Lucien slapped against heavy wetness. Just when Christian and Lucien had spanked her the day before she had become soaking wet between her thighs. Desire pooled inside her channel urging her to demand penetration from both men. A dull ache began to throb which was only fractionally eased when Lucien struck her pussy. Her yelps turned to moans. The burning stinging pain blazing across her bottom and thighs mingled with her need making her moan from the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.
Lucien caught the nub of flesh hanging between her pussy lips forcing it to bob and pulse with a pleasurable sting. He struck her expertly and light enough to flutter and build the pleasure within her body rather than causing pain. He sank the flat of his hand in between her plump pussy lips and kept doing so until her creamy juice thickly coated his palm. His spanking of her pussy ended abruptly and she felt his fingers sliding between the lips pinching each one in turn.
“Good girl, calm and nice and wet,” Lucien’s tone was smooth and dark as he continued to caress his fingers through her pussy, pausing to the circle the small hole driving her insane with need. She wanted, no needed him to ease his fingers inside her and dampen down some of the ache. But for now he seemed content to deny her and build the fire inside her body.
“Lucien,” she breathed finding it hard to stop herself from gently panting and moaning with need.
“What do you call me? Lucien is your papa’s name.”
“I am not calling you, papa, Lucien,” she insisted feeling unhappy with his request. It just sounded wrong.
Lucien removed his hand and spanked her bottom again. At the same time, Christian moved his arm under her legs to keep them in position and with his free hand he lifted her baby doll nightdress up to expose her breasts. The nipples were pert and tight with arousal when he raised his hand and tapped them with his palm firmly but lightly, first one then the other in unison with Lucien’s renewed spanking of her bare bottom.
“You will call us both, papa,” Christian instructed firmly, slapping her breasts a little harder this time.
“Ok, ok, papa please don’t spank me anymore,” her voice came out like a little girl’s shocking her to the core. They had succeeded in their quest to regress her. “Please, papa, please I will be a good girl.”
Her two papas ceased their spanking of her breasts and bare bottom. Lucien began stroking her pussy once more coating his fingers in her heavy wetness. Christian smoothed his palm over one of her breasts and cupped it, flexing his thumb back and forth across her nipple stoking her pleasure higher.
“Good girl, now let’s give you your treat and see if we can take some of that ache away,” Lucien smiled tracing the hole to her channel. This time he was to reward her with gentle penetration, easing her finger up and up through her channel, deeper and deeper inside her. She felt his finger stretching her tightness and curving up against her G-spot. He caressed it making her want to buck against his fingers. Her body moved rhythmically back and forth as his finger began to thrust in and out.
Christian held her breast firmly, squeezing the mound as though to milk it. He bent his head and began to suck at the nipple, drawing it in and out of his mouth, gently nipping and teasing the end of the teat. For a moment she wondered what it would feel like if he really did draw milk from her breast and nourish from it. The image in her mind produced a deep flush of wetness that gushed in her pussy.
Pleasure stirred and built in to a fire. Lucien matched its increase with harder thrusts, allowing another two of his fingers to penetrate her alongside the first, mimicking the wide girth of his own penis. His free hand caressed her burning bottom and her thighs. Her bucking increased when he slipped a finger on his free hand in to her pussy and coated it heavily with her juice. Then he removed it and slipped the same finger between the crease of her buttocks, circling the tight puckered hole of her anus before carefully beginning to push his finger inside it.
At first, Isabelle resisted, trying to move her bottom out of reach but held fast by Christian there was no mistake and Lucien was able to fully enter her with his finger. There was an odd discomfort that eased as her body stretched to accommodate the determined path of his finger. He pushed inside her dominantly, wiggling his finger up and down to widen her anal channel until she yielded to his control and accepted his
finger’s presence. Then he pulsed his finger in and out in unison with the fingers in her pussy.
The constant manipulations of her body by both men conspired to bring Isabelle to the edge of overwhelming pleasure. She felt thoroughly entered and dominated by both men in her open vulnerable position. There was nothing she could do but to obey them and surrender to the passion.
“I want you to come now, Isabelle,” Lucien instructed in a dark tone. “ We want to see you take your pleasure. Now.”
“Yes, papa,” she heard herself answer feeling her body ready to explode. Lucien stabbed his fingers inside her now and pumped his finger in and out of her anal entrance making her buck hard. Christian nipped sharply at her breast teat and squeezed her breast hard. It was enough. Warmth spread down her abdomen, firing a path through her womb, her channel and in to her pussy. It cascaded like a waterfall down her legs to pool in her feet. The feeling was so strong she cried out. Her orgasm rose and peaked making her buck to extract more from her captors who were only to ready to see her take it, watching her eyes glaze and her body flush with the intensity of their taking of it.
“Now, my little Isabelle, it’s time you were fed,” Christian announced lowering her legs to the floor, allowing Lucien to clean her once again. He wiped her pussy and then her bottom before putting on another diaper.
Lucien picked her up in to his arms and carried her to a chair. Sitting down he placed her on his knee like a baby whilst Christian placed a rug around her. Then he picked up the phone and called downstairs.
Lucien cuddled her close stroking her hair and whispering how proud he was of her taking her punishment and her pleasure. His dark eyes bored in to her with concern and love making her heart leap again. Christian came to stand behind her, kissing the top of her head. His protective power over her filled her with warmth. Although every thought inside her rebelled against it she felt safe again, happy at the control both men wielded over her. Instinctively, she sought to show her pleasure by resting her head against Lucien’s shoulder and holding her hand up to Christian who promptly bestowed it with a kiss.
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