“Because no matter how hard you may try to fight me, you are Daddy’s filthy little baby. Everything you do, from the food you eat to pissing in this diaper, is completely controlled byme. And you like it that way, don’t you, baby? You enjoy the way Daddy hurts you and treats you like a naughty Little girl. Isn’t that right, my little runaway?”
“No. No. I hate it. I hateyou.”
But even as I say the words, my pussy spasms, that ache from last night returning with a vengeance. Clearly, some part of me does actually enjoy his rough treatment and judging by the glint in his eyes, he’s all too aware of my reaction to him.
And then it happens. My body’s natural instincts take over, giving into the pressure on my stomach and my muscles loosen. Urine floods the cotton between my legs, soaking it as tears slip down my cheeks.
“There we go. Such a good little baby, using your diaper for Daddy.” His voice is low, cooing as if he’s actually speaking to a toddler and it only adds another layer to my humiliation. “Now, let’s get this soaked diaper off you so we can take care of that tummy ache.”
CHAPTER 13
MELANIE
Before I can ask what he means, something heavy settles across my stomach and I look down to see a large leather strap holding me down, just like when I was being held down on Uncle Ford’s table when I first arrived. Fresh horror wells in my chest.
What could they possibly have planned that they need to strap me down to do it?
“Does your tummy still hurt, baby?” Axel asks, his tone almost too casual.
And it’s then I realize I’ve completely dropped my farce.
Shit.
“Um, yes.” Pressing a hand to my stomach, I let out a low moan. “It still hurts so much.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Wh-why?”
“Well, because if you were feeling better, Uncle Ford wouldn’t need to give you an enema. But since you’re still feeling yucky…”
The implication hangs between us, and I stare up at him, my brain refusing to fully comprehend what he’s saying.
“Can you hold her legs up for me, Ax? And she’ll need to stay as still as possible while I put the nozzle in her bottom.”
“I feel better!” I manage to squeak out as Axel grips my ankles and lifts my feet straight into the air. “I feelsomuch better, I promise!”
“Well, just in case, we’re going to get your tummy all cleaned out.” Axel smiles down at me, and in his eyes I see the truth.
He knows. He knows I’ve been lying to him, and this is my punishment.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as something presses against my exposed bottom hole. The thin object pushes inside me despite how tightly I’m clenching my muscles, pushing past the resistance like it’s nothing and settling deep inside my bottom. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry too, little one.” He gives a sad shake of his head. “I’m sorry you felt the need to lie to your Daddy about not feeling good. And the next time you’re tempted to lie to me about something as important as your health, hopefully you’ll remember how much lying hurts both of us.”
With that, ice cold liquid floods my bowels and the worst cramp I’ve ever felt in my life hits me. A real scream of pain rips from my throat as my muscles contract in response to the freezing liquid filling me up.
“You really should thank your Uncle Ford.” Axel is still speaking in that too-casual tone, and it’s a struggle to focus on his words through the haze of agony and fear clouding my mind. “My plan was to bend you over this table and whip your bottom with my belt until you couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. But he convinced me to show you some mercy, since you’re so very new to being such a Little girl. Say ‘thank you, Uncle Ford’.”
I have a lot of words for Ford, butthank youisn’t anywhere on that list. But instinct tells me that refusing will only bring on more punishment and considering the pain twisting andstabbing at my guts right now, I’m far too terrified to see what else they might come up with to risk it.
So I force the words past my gritted teeth as I drag air in through my nose in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. “Th-thank you, Un-Uncle Ford.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” The big jerk gives my thigh an affectionate pat as he smiles down at me. “But you should know the next time you lie to any of us, I won’t be able to stop your Daddy from giving you the spanking you deserve. It’s very important for you to be honest with us, especially where your health is concerned. Do you understand, little one?”
I understand you’re all sick fucks.
Again, I know actually voicing that opinion out loud is only going to earn me further punishment, so I nod instead. “Yes, S-Sir.”
