Chapter 15
L ouisa
Sitting on the toilet, looking up at Rudy— Daddy Rudy—I tried desperately to think through what Jax had said, and how it related to the strange things going on inside my mind and my heart.
Above all, I tried to figure out whether it had any effect on the resolution I had made, inside myself, to escape no matter what it took.
The news that my daddy would share me with other daddies, and that those daddies included the quiet, enormous bodyguard currently watching me pee as if I were four years old, surely only made escape more important. Right?
Right?
Right , I told myself. The rest of it—the humiliating clench, the helpless fascination—didn’t matter at all compared to the idea of rescuing myself from whatever-the-fuck this life with Jax involved, and whatever it might become if I stayed.
If I’m forced to stay . It wasn’t a choice—I didn’t have a say in it. I would escape, or I would remain a captive, used by my daddy and, it seemed, any other ‘daddies’ he decided to lend me to.
As Rudy helped me up from the toilet, I knew what I had to do. I had to keep playing this role, keep pretending to accept it all, until I could find my chance to run. I winced as I stood, my bottom still tender from Jax’s belt and the invasion that followed.
“Does it hurt, Miss Louisa?” Rudy asked, his professional demeanor softening slightly.
I nodded, letting my lower lip tremble. “Yes… Daddy Rudy,” I whispered, testing the new title to see his reaction.
Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, followed by unmistakable hunger. His massive hands seemed so gentle as he guided me to my bed, where he’d already laid out a fresh diaper and my pink nightgown.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice deeper than usual. “I need to check if you need cream after what your daddy did to you.”
I obeyed, lying back on the childish bedspread, legs spread as he’d already positioned me many times before. But now there was something different in the air between us—an acknowledgment of what Jax had promised him.
Rudy’s fingers probed gently between my legs, assessing the tender flesh. “Your daddy was rough with you,” he observed, reaching for a jar of soothing cream on the nightstand.
“Yes, Daddy Rudy,” I said again, watching his pupils dilate at the childish title. “He… he put his big thing in my bottom.”
His breath caught slightly. “I know, little one. I’m going to make it feel better.”
As his thick finger, coated with cool cream, circled my sore opening, I couldn’t stop the involuntary clench of arousal that shot through me.
The idea that this man—this huge, powerful man who had watched me exercise naked, who had bathed me and diapered me—would soon be using me the way Jax had seemed unconscionable, at the level of my rational mind.
And yet my body responded with undeniable heat.
“Pretty little pussy,” Rudy murmured, his finger sliding from my bottom to drift over my bare lips. “I’m looking forward to having my own cock here, like your daddy says I can do tomorrow.”
I gasped, feeling myself grow instantly wet at his words. The shame was overwhelming, but I reminded myself fiercely that none of it mattered. I was going to escape before Rudy or anyone else could have any of me.
“There,” he said, pulling his hand away and reaching for the diaper. He positioned it under me, then sprinkled powder over the bare mound of my pussy. The infantilizing scent of baby powder filled my nostrils as he pulled the thick padding up between my legs and fastened it securely.
He helped me sit up, then slipped the nightgown over my head. The soft cotton fell around me, clinging to my curves, slight though they were, and belying its childish cut.
“Sleep well, little one,” Rudy said, his voice gentle as he tucked the blankets around me. “Tomorrow will be a big day for you.”
With that ominous promise, he turned off the light and left me alone in the darkness, the lock clicking into place behind him.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my mind raced. I had to get out of here. I had to escape before tomorrow, before Rudy claimed what Jax had promised him. But how? The windows only opened three inches. The doors were always locked. They watched me, I presumed, at all times.
My bottom still throbbed from Jax’s punishment, a continuing reminder of what he’d done to me. What he would keep doing to me if I stayed. What he would let others do to me.
I tried to formulate a plan, but exhaustion weighed on me like a physical presence.
My eyelids grew heavy despite my determination to stay awake and think.
Images and sensations from the day began to blur together—the humiliation of being displayed on the dining table, the pain of Jax’s belt, the forbidden pleasure of his fingers and cock.
Half-asleep, my thoughts drifted to the gym and how it had felt to exercise naked while Rudy watched. The memory of his eyes on my body as I moved through each position, the barely disguised hunger in his gaze when he’d corrected my form with those huge, powerful hands.
In my drowsy state, the memory transformed into fantasy.
I was Georgia Jones again, eighteen and innocent, assigned a personal trainer by her new husband.
The scene unfolded like a variation of the one I’d imagined before, with Georgia’s huge, handsome personal trainer.
Georgia arrived at the gym in her modest workout clothes, only to be told by Rudy that proper training required nudity to assess muscle movement.
“But Mr. Rudy,” Georgia protested, her cheeks flushing. “That’s not… appropriate.”
“Your husband gave very specific instructions,” Rudy replied, his voice firm, but kind. “And you promised to obey him, didn’t you?”
Reluctantly, Georgia undressed, folding her clothes neatly as Rudy watched with barely concealed desire. He guided her through exercises designed to display her body from every angle—lunges that showed off her long legs, push-ups that made her small breasts sway beneath her.
“Good girl,” he praised as she completed each movement perfectly. “Your husband will be pleased with your progress.”
When the workout was complete, Georgia reached for her towel, but Rudy caught her wrist.
“Not yet,” he said softly. “Your husband mentioned you’ve been… tense lately. He asked me to help you release that tension.”
Before Georgia could protest, Rudy bent her over the weight bench, her perfect bottom displayed for his pleasure. His massive hands spread her thighs as he positioned himself behind her.
“Your husband wants you to learn how to please different men,” Rudy explained, his cock pressing against the opening of her hot, wet sheath. “It’s part of your training as his good little girl.”
Wrapped in the haze of half-sleep, I couldn’t stop the fantasy from unfolding. In my mind, Georgia whimpered as Rudy’s massive cock stretched her innocent body, her hands gripping the weight bench while he claimed her from behind.
“Please,” fantasy Georgia gasped, “it’s too big!”
“Your husband wants you properly trained,” Rudy growled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deeper. “He wants you to learn what it means to be shared with his friends.”
The image was so vivid—Rudy’s powerful body moving behind Georgia’s slender form, her innocent face contorted with unwanted pleasure as he used her over the weight bench.
The gleaming equipment surrounding them, the large mirror reflecting their coupling, the emergency exit door glowing red in the background…
Emergency exit.
My eyes flew open in the darkness as realization struck. The gym had a fire exit. I’d seen it yesterday during my workout—a red door with an illuminated exit sign next to the row of treadmill, bike, and rowing machine. It must lead to a stairwell, a way out of this nightmare.
Hope surged through me, chasing away the drowsiness. That was it—my escape route. During tomorrow’s workout, I could make a break for it. Run down the stairs, find help somehow. The plan wasn’t perfect, but it was something. A chance.
With this new purpose burning in my mind, I finally drifted into a fitful sleep, my dreams a confusing tangle of fire exits, weight benches, and Rudy’s hands on my body.
A sharp knock jolted me awake. Morning light filtered through the curtains as the door opened. The fire exit! The memory rushed back with crystal clarity—my path to freedom.
Mateo entered, his tall frame filling the doorway. Unlike Rudy’s occasional flashes of warmth, Mateo’s expression remained professionally neutral as he approached my bed.
“Good morning,” he said. “Time to get up.”
I sat up slowly, the diaper shifting beneath me. Looking up at him through my lashes, I decided to continue my act—to play the role of the gradually accepting captive.
“Good morning,” I replied softly. “Should I… should I call you Daddy Mateo?”
A hint of the same kind of surprise I had seen in Rudy’s eyes flickered in Mateo’s. “Yes,” he answered, his voice sounding a bit deeper than before. “That would be appropriate.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes downcast as he helped me out of bed. “Yes, Daddy Mateo.”
He led me to the bathroom, his hand firm, but not unkind on my arm. Once inside, he efficiently removed my nightgown and unfastened my diaper, his movements clinical and practiced.
“Use the toilet,” he instructed, standing directly in front of me as I sat down.
I obeyed, no longer bothering to close my eyes or turn away. The humiliation remained, but had somehow dulled.
As Mateo cleaned me with a warm washcloth, I found myself watching his face, studying the way his expression remained professionally detached even as his hands moved between my thighs.
My mind felt strangely foggy, confused by the mixture of fear, humiliation, and unwanted arousal coursing through me.
“Daddy Mateo,” I said softly, the words slipping out before I could fully consider them, “are you looking forward to fucking my little pussy like Daddy Rudy is?”
His hands paused for just a fraction of a second, and something hot flashed in his dark eyes before he regained his composure.
“I certainly am looking forward to it,” he replied, “when your daddy says I may fuck you.” His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, just a fraction too deliberately to be accidental. “I’ve been hoping I would get the chance.”
I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning as I realized I couldn’t tell anymore if I was just playing along or if part of me actually wanted this enormous man to use me the way Jax had. The thought sent an unmistakable pulse of heat between my legs that made me squirm with shame.
Once I was diapered and dressed, Mateo led me through the apartment to the dining room where Jax waited, reading something on a tablet that he set aside when we entered. His eyes swept over me appreciatively.
“Good morning, Little Lulu,” he said, patting the chair beside him. “Come have breakfast with Daddy.”
I sat down, the feeling very thick beneath the dress. Rudy appeared with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, setting it before me with a lingering glance that made my stomach flutter nervously.
“I have some news,” Jax announced as I picked up my fork. “The conference with Oscar and Viktor will take place in two days.”
I nearly choked on my first bite of eggs. Two days. Just two days until whatever terrible plan these men had concocted would unfold. My window for escape was narrowing rapidly.
“I need to train you properly for your duties at the conference,” Jax continued, watching my reaction carefully. “You’ll be expected to serve not just me, but several important associates. It’s a significant responsibility.”
“What exactly will I have to do?” I asked, my voice sounding very small.
Jax smiled. “You’ll learn soon enough,” he told me. Then, his voice taking on an intimate tone that made feel faint, he continued, “Being shared is such a big girl thing that if you behave yourself today, Little Lulu, you can earn your panties.”
I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. Panties instead of diapers? The offer dangled before me like a strange prize—a small piece of dignity restored, even as he promised to strip away what little remained.
“Would you like that?” he prompted when I didn’t respond.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, hating how eagerly the words tumbled from my lips.
“Then you need to show me how much you want to be a good girl.” Jax turned to Rudy and Mateo who stood silently against the wall. “Gentlemen, come here.”
The bodyguards approached the table, their expressions professionally neutral despite what was about to happen.
“Take out your cocks,” Jax instructed them casually, as if asking them to check their phones. “Little Lulu needs to give them a proper greeting.”
My face flamed as both men unzipped their pants without hesitation. Rudy’s cock emerged first—thick and already half-hard. Mateo’s followed, longer than Rudy’s and darker in color. They stood on either side of my chair, their manhoods at eye level.
“Kiss them,” Jax ordered. “Show your daddies how grateful you are for the chance to earn your panties.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I turned toward Rudy first. I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks, knew they must be bright red with humiliation. Yet beneath the shame burned something else—a molten pool of unwanted arousal that made my pussy clench inside my diaper.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the head of Rudy’s cock, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Then I turned to Mateo, repeating the gesture with his hardening member.
“Good girl,” Jax praised, running his fingers through my hair. “This evening, after your daily whipping, Daddy Rudy and Daddy Mateo will share you properly. Won’t that be nice?”
I couldn’t speak, just nodded mutely as the men tucked themselves away.
“For now,” Jax continued, “go back to your room and read until your workout. I want you to think about how to be a very good girl for all your daddies.”