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 feel so much 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, but thank you isn’t anywhere on that list. But instinct tells me that refusing will only bring on more punishment and considering the pain twisting and stabbing 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.”
“Good girl. You’re almost done, just a few more minutes.”
Another agonizing cramp hits my stomach and this time I moan for real. “Please, I can’t. I can’t. It hurts.”
“I’m sure it does.” Axel again, his tone turning harder now. “That’s all those nasty little lies getting cleaned out of your system. But when it’s all done you’ll be Daddy’s good Little girl again, won’t you, Melanie?”
I want to plead for mercy, but the words are strangled by another scream as more pain twists my insides into knots. And I’m hit with the sudden realization that not only does this hurt, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before, but I also need to go.
Like really, really bad.
“Please,” I rasp out, staring up at him through blurry eyes. “I need… I need…” God. The humiliation of begging to be allowed to use the toilet heats my skin, turning my body into a raging inferno of embarrassment and shame.
“Not yet, little one. You’re going to have to hold it all inside for another minute and then you can use the potty.”
Sweat slicks my skin and I’m panting for breath, all the air having been squeezed from my lungs by their torture.
One minute. I just have to survive another minute.
Another cramp hits and my bowels grow ever more insistent that they need to evacuate right fucking now and I’m sure I’m about to further humiliate myself by losing control right here on this table.
Would serve them right, the assholes.
Finally, after what feels more like hours than a minute, Axel unstraps me from the table and lifts me into his arms to carry me into a large bathroom with Ford trailing behind us still holding the bag.
“Uncle Ford is going to take the nozzle out, but you need to be a big girl and hold it until Daddy puts you on the toilet.” Axel’s tone has softened, making him sound surprisingly gentle. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
Too focused on the pain to speak, I manage a nod and the next thing I know, something slides from my bottom. And then I’m perched on the cool porcelain, sobbing as my bowels violently empty themselves into the bowl beneath me.
Someone flushes for me as the enema continues its work, and I want to crawl into a hole and die right there. This is, hands down, the most humiliating experience of my life and all I want is for it to be over.
Finally, finally, my body has completely emptied itself, leaving me feeling hollow and aching in the aftermath.
“There we go,” Axel murmurs as he helps me up from the toilet to—oh god—wipe my ass for me.
I don’t even have any tears left to cry, or the strength to feel anything more than mild embarrassment, so I let him manhandle me. When I’m all clean, he scoops me up into his arms again and carries me to the oversized tub behind him.
Steaming water envelops me and I sigh as my eyes drift closed. I let myself float, literally and figuratively as the warmth leeches the aches from my body.
“Lanie. Look at me please.”
Stirred by the tender firmness of his voice, I force my eyes open to look up at Axel. And I’m rewarded with a small smile that has my insides twisting up for a completely different reason.
“Good girl. Did you learn your lesson about lying to Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” And I have. While I still have every intention of escaping this prison they call a house, I will have to do everything in my power not to lie to him in the process.
Or at least to not get caught.
“Good. I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy punishing you, because I do. I love hearing you cry and beg Daddy for mercy. But I have a feeling you’d be much happier here if you were getting rewarded rather than punished, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Curiosity gets the best of me. “What kind of rewards?”
“Well, good Little girls get treats like hot cocoa with extra marshmallows and desserts with their dinner.” His fingers slide up the inside of my thigh. “And very good girls get to come all over Daddy’s hand or tongue or cock whenever they want.”
As he speaks, he pushes a thick finger inside me and I arch up, my pussy clamping down around him as pleasure floods my system.
It seems impossible and wrong for me to feel anything other than anger or hatred for him in this moment, but here I am, aching for his touch like some sort of wanton woman.
“Are you going to be my good girl, Melanie? Are you going to be Daddy’s good little baby?”
I don’t want to say it. But every stroke of his finger inside me drives the will to fight further and further from my grasp. Until I’m grinding myself against his hand, whimpering and whining as the water sloshes around me.
“Say it, Melanie. Tell me you’re going to be my good girl and I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”
“I-I’ll be your good girl!”
“No more naughty words? No more lying? No more trying to escape?”
“No, Daddy! Please, I’ll be so good, I swear!”
“That’s my filthy little baby. Come for Daddy, my little runaway. Let me feel you squeezing my fingers as you come all over my hand.”
Pleasure explodes inside me, coursing through my veins as I throw my head back and scream, the sound scraping at my already sore throat.
By the time he pulls his hand from me, I’m drained all over again, too exhausted to even think about fighting him as he pours bodywash onto a cloth to rub across my skin.
“Come on, filthy girl. Let’s get you all nice and cleaned up for breakfast.”
Axel
My poor little runaway is absolutely exhausted by the time I carry her back into the nursery.
Laying her out on the changing table, I reach for a fresh diaper and then pause.
The memory of claiming her for the first time fills my mind, and I remember the pure primal joy I felt at keeping my babygirl’s diaper full of my cum all night.
Already aching at the thought of being inside her again, I quickly unbuckle my belt and unfasten my jeans to free my cock.
The changing table was designed to change heights as needed, so I press the button to lower the table until her sopping cunt is at the perfect height.
Gripping her hips, I push inside her as she whimpers on the table.
“Daddy… too sore,” she whines, her head lolling back and forth against the soft pad beneath her. “Take it out.”
Another dark thrill, knowing she’s so sore from my cock. Not only will she feel me with every movement today because of my cum in her diaper, but she will feel those little twinges, as well.
Perfect.
“Shh, little one. Daddy will be finished soon,” I assure her as I rock my hips, forcing her to stretch for me just like she did the night before.
She whines again, low and pitiful, and what little self-control I have snaps.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I drive forward, fucking her so hard the table shudders beneath us.
Lanie cries out, arching up from the table, her legs wrapping around me as I pound into her sweet little pussy.
Her inner walls grip my cock, soft velvet stroking my aching flesh with every thrust. Until, after an embarrassingly short time, I drive into her one final time, my cum filling her sweet cunt.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” I murmur as I reluctantly pull free of her warmth to slide the diaper beneath her.
“You’re going to spend the day wrapped up in Daddy’s cum, little one.
And every time you need your diaper changed, Daddy will be right here to fill the next one up, too.
So you’ll always have Daddy with you, no matter where you are. ”
“But Daddy, it’s wet and yucky. I don’t like it.”
God she’s adorable, especially when she gets all whiny and pouty like this. Not quite cute enough for me to relent, but then, I’m not a good man. Another Daddy, a sweeter Daddy might be swayed by tears and pouting, but not me.
It would probably work on Ford, though, maybe even Colt, so I make a note to remind all my siblings that we are not to allow our Little ones to pit us against each other. We need to present a united front, or else chaos will reign, even more so once we bring more Littles into our home.
Tucking that thought away for later, I scoop Lanie up in my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Maybe I can sweet talk Elias into whipping up some fresh biscuits and—
“Chivaree!”