Mercy Me
By Karen Singer
Chapter 11 – Part 1 of 2
Betsy
stuck his hand against his backside. His
hand couldn’t feel anything inside his diaper.
It had been an hour now since she had changed him into a dry one. It had also been an hour since she had made
him stay on his hands and knees in her kitchen while her hand had gone between
his legs, and she had masturbated him for the umpteenth time that day inside
his sopping wet diaper. But this time
she hadn’t stopped. She had brought him
to a full, wonderful orgasm, right there on her kitchen floor. An hour ago.
But it
had also been an hour now since she had shoved that butt plug up inside him
before diapering him again. An hour! With that thing up inside him now, he felt
like he wanted to take a shit so badly he could hardly stand it, even inside
his diaper. But between the shape of
that darn plug and his diaper, nothing was coming out of him. His hand felt his backside yet again. Pressing, poking. But the plug was lodged firmly up inside him,
and from the outside of that diaper there was nothing for his hand to feel.
His hand
might not be able to feel anything, but his backside was another matter. Forget about that fact that he felt like he
needed to take a giant shit. The pain he
had experienced when she had shoved the thing up inside him had been
awful. And the further in she had pushed
it, and the further that thing had stretched his ass hole open, the more it had
hurt. Until in one quick rush, the damn
thing had seemed to suck itself up into him and stay there. Tightly.
His ass still felt like it was stretched wide, which it was, even though
she “claimed” it was a tiny one she had put into him. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing
about the thing that felt tiny at all.
Nothing!
He
watched as Mistress moved around between her metal contraptions in the living
room. Fido was lying on his belly on the
floor nearby, watching her. His purple
monkey that he had been chewing on for much of the day was on the floor in
front of him. He watched as Mistress
grabbed one of her contraptions. A
smaller one. She brought it out into the
clear area away from the rest of them and set it on the floor. He studied it. The intentions of the thing were easily clear
to him. Despite cuming so recently, his
cock gave a major lurch. He hoped that
he would soon be locked up in that thing.
But what
was Mistress doing now? She was back
among her contraptions again. He watched
as she grabbed another one and carried it out.
She set it down next to the other one.
Two of the same thing. Two
identical bondage devices. And Betsy had
no doubt that one would be for him and the other for Fido.
“Okay
Betsy, get your ass over here,” Mercy commanded.
Once
again, Betsy’s cock gave a lurch inside his still dry diaper. Even though he was looking forward to it, he
moved hesitantly. Nervously.
“Down
boy,” she said to him as if she was talking to a dog…like Fido. “Your hands go at that end,” she instructed.
Still
nervous, Betsy got down on his hands and knees over top of the bar. There were two crossbars, one on each
end. Each cross bar had a manacle
attached at each end.
“Down on
your elbows,” Mercy told him.
Betsy
dropped down so he was resting his weight on his elbows and forearms. He put up no resistance as Mistress grabbed
his right arm and locked it into the cuff on that side. He watched as she restrained his left arm the
same way. Because of the way the
manacles were placed, there was now no way he could get up from his
elbows. The entire weight of his body
was resting on his stretched-out forearms.
Fortunately, it was comfortable enough.
He felt her grab his left foot and pull.
Soon that was locked to the device.
His right foot was done soon after.
He wiggled a bit, but it took very little effort to realize he couldn’t
move from this elbows and knees position.
He was thoroughly stuck there.
And he loved it!
Fido
watched it all nervously. Since she had
brought out two of those contraptions, he had no doubt that she intended to
lock him into the other one…and his day had been going so good up until
now.
“Okay
Fido,” Mercy said. “Your turn.”
Fido
crawled over to her slowly. He didn’t
have to be told to position himself over the device. In no time at all, he was locked tightly into
it. He tested the bonds, but it took almost
nothing to know that he was stuck.
Securely! He looked up. He and Betsy were facing each other, their
heads were about two feet apart. He
turned his head to see what Mistress was doing and saw her picking up something
else from over near the wall, but he couldn’t see what that device was as she
was walking behind him.
Mercy
set the device down on the floor behind Fido.
She left it there and went to one of her toolboxes and came back with a tube
of lubrication. The device had a phallic
end that she lubed liberally. Once
ready, she pushed the phallus up against Fido’s ass.
Fido
jumped in surprise…or tried to. He
couldn’t move. “What?” he exclaimed in
alarm.
Mercy
slapped his ass – hard! “Bad dog!” she
yelled. “You know better.” With that she slapped his ass hard again.
Fido
tried to yelp like a dog at the pain.
“Much
better!” Mercy told him. “Now hold
still,” she said. “Not that you’ve got
much of a choice anyway. I suggest you
try to relax as much as possible.” With
that, she pushed the phallus from the device slowly into his exposed ass until
the head of it was fully inside him.
Fido
felt something invading his ass. He
automatically tried tightening his sphincter muscles, but it did no good. The pressure pushing whatever it was into his
was simply too much and he felt it pass inside him…and then stop – fortunately. He noted her standing up again and leaving
him…with whatever it was still up in him.
He tried to get used to the odd feeling of being penetrated, but it was
simply too strange. And then he saw her
coming back.
Betsy
craned his head up to try and see what Mistress was doing with Fido. She had put something right behind him, but
his body blocked most of what was happening.
But before long, he quickly figured out that Mistress had put something
up his rear end. Fido’s reaction to it,
especially the look on his face, was almost comical. For once, he was glad of the diaper he was
wearing, because it meant that he she wouldn’t be doing that to him. But then he realized, she had already done
that to him with that darn butt plug she stuck into him earlier.
Betsy
watched as best he could though as Mistress carried another device from the
wall, but this time she went behind him.
Uh-oh. And then he felt her
removing his diaper. He had a feeling he
was about to get the same treatment as Fido.
He felt her hand in his ass grabbing the butt plug and pulling…slowly and
carefully pulling that plug right out of his ass. And then it was suddenly gone. He breathed a sigh of relief, but not for
long as he felt whatever it was she had put behind him now touching his asshole
instead. A minute later, he felt the
pressure as it was pushed into him. But
unlike the butt plug she had just taken out of him, this thing seemed to be all
one diameter. He could tell though that
while it seemed to be slippery, it wasn’t completely smooth. He was surprised when she just barely pushed
it up into him…and then left it there.
He looked up at Fido and saw him watching closely. Fido’s face had been almost comical when she
had done it to him. How had Fido seen
him?
With her
machines now in place, Mercy pulled the control units for each of them out
towards each of their heads where she could sit between them and reach each of
them easily. Then she headed for the
kitchen. From a drawer she pulled out a
deck of cards and brought them back to her two playthings. She sat between them and leaned over and
released Fido’s right hand, then she released Betsy’s right hand.
“Fido,”
Mercy said. “Do you know how to play
War?”
Fido was
surprised. War? He hadn’t played that since he was a
kid. But he figured he would remember
the basics. He barked once, then quickly
remembered that yes was two barks so he barked again.
“Does
that mean yes you know the game?” Mercy asked.
Fido
barked twice.
“Good. How about you Betsy. Have you ever played War?”
“Uh…I’m
not sure,” Betsy replied.
“Don’t
worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out fast enough. It’s about the easiest card game there is.” She shuffled the cards and began dealing the
entire deck out into two piles, one for each of them. She straightened each pile and set them where
each of them could reach the cards easily.
“Fido,” she said. “Since you seem
to know the game better. You go first.”
Fido
reached out and grabbed a card from the pile in front of him and placed it face
up in the middle between him and Betsy. A
ten of hearts.
“Your
turn,” Mercy told Betsy.
Betsy
did as Fido had done and played a card into the middle as well. A five of spades.
“Fido
wins that hand,” Mercy said. “Get your
cards Fido.”
While
Fido was grabbing the two cards to pull them closer to him, Mercy grabbed the
control box for the machine behind Betsy and pressed the button.
“Aahh!”
Betsy exclaimed in alarm as he suddenly felt something slide way up into his
ass and then pull back to where he started again.
Mercy
smiled. “Wasn’t that fun?” she
asked. “That’s what you get every time
you lose. Next card,” she told
them.
Fido
played a card, a eight of clubs. Betsy
played his card, a jack of hearts.
“Betsy
wins,” Mercy declared. “Grab you cards
Betsy.” While Betsy was doing that,
Mercy hit the button on the control unit for Fido’s machine.
Fido’s
eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt the thing going way up into him
and then withdrawing again until it was back in the starting position.
“Now you both see how this works. For every card you lose, you get fucked in the ass one time. When the game is over, the loser gets five minutes of the automatic fucking machine reaming him out. Okay play another card.”
Fido
looked up at Betsy. He could see the
shocked expression on Betsy’s face that he was sure matched his own. With little else he could do, he reached out
and played another card.
Mercy
loved this game, and the reaction from first-time newbies was particularly
fun. Hand after hand, card after card, the
game progressed. One of the great things
about the game of War was that it was usually a fairly long game. There was no way that either of the two
player could not lose some hands. And
when they matched cards and a war actually took place where they set down more
cards until the hand was eventually won, the multiple reaming that the loser
got was fun to watch as well. Most of
the time when it happened the loser only got two strokes from her machine, but
there as once when Betsy got three.
Slowly
the game kept going. After fifteen
minutes, it was clear though that the winner was most likely going to be
Fido. Betsy was getting his ass fucked
much more often and Fido was getting less and less. The final cards were played, and Fido grabbed
them. Betsy had lost. Mercy hit the button on the machine attached
to Betsy’s ass and let it keep running, slowly sending the fake penis in and
out of her backside. Mercy figured that
Betsy never thought of it, but that butt plug she had been wearing since his
last diaper change had probably stretched his ass a bit and was making the
whole thing easier for him. Easier? What neither Betsy nor Fido knew was that
they were both simply too new to this for what she usually did. Usually, the loser sucked off the cock of the
winner. It would be a little while yet
before they had that to worry about, but she was looking forward to getting
them to that point.
While
Betsy was stuck getting fucked by her machine, Mercy pulled the one behind Fido
out of him. “Good boy,” she crooned when
he didn’t put up any fuss. She cleaned
her machine, then she cleaned his ass before releasing him from the device that
held him in position. But of course,
Fido was in dog mode and was stuck staying on all fours. “Go find your toy,” she told him. “I’m sure that by now you need to chew for a
while.
Fido did
as he was told and crawled off to find his toy monkey. A minute later, he laid on his belly with the
thing in his mouth as he watched Betsy being disconnected from everything.
Betsy
was glad to get that darn machine out of his ass. After going in and out of him so many times,
his ass felt like it was numb. He waited,
still trapped and connected to her device that kept him on his knees while she
cleaned the machine off, then he watched as she put both of those devices
away. Finally, she came back to him, but
not to release him yet. With just his
right arm free, he was horrified to feel her putting that same diaper back on
him again. But after all that exercise
she had just given his rear end, he had another problem going on. “Uh…Mistress.”
“Yes?”
Mercy replied as she started pulling the diaper up between his legs.
“Uh…I’m
going to have to go to the bathroom soon.”
“That’s
what the diaper is for.”
“No. I mean…the other way.”
“I have
no doubt,” Mercy replied.
“You
mean…”
Mercy
finished fastening the diaper tightly around his waist. She began unfastening his legs from her
device. “Didn’t I just tell you that’s
what the diaper is for?”
“You
want me to…”
“Yes! What did you think?”
“You
want me to…”
Mercy
said nothing. She finished disconnecting
him from the device, but he wasn’t moving.
He appeared to be in shock.
“After that
butt plug being in you for a while, and then my machine reaming you out, I have
no doubt you’ve got to go. But hey, you
don’t have to wait. Your diaper is
firmly in place. You can just go anytime
you like.” She got up and walked away
from him. She knew it was probably a bit
too soon for him to go through something like that, but she had decided he was
going to have to get used to it sometime.
She
walked over to Fido. “Fido,” she
said. “If you feel the need to do more
than pee, crawl off to the bathroom.”
Fido was
glad to hear that, especially since he did have to go – both ways. He barked twice, picked up his toy monkey in
his mouth, and scurried to the bathroom.
Mercy
noticed that Betsy still hadn’t moved from where he had been connected to her device. She went back to him. “You like that little device, huh? No problem.”
Before
Betsy could protest, she grabbed his right arm and locked it into the device
again. Then his left arm, his right leg,
and his left leg. Once again, he
couldn’t get up if he tried. He was
stuck…and his cock, free of the chastity device, started going crazy inside his
diaper.
“You
like that thing? Then enjoy it. I love seeing a man trapped to something like
that. Especially one dressed so ridiculously. You can stay there till I can’t stand your
smell anymore. Enjoy Betsy.”
Betsy
was shocked. He hadn’t meant for her to
lock him up again. He just hadn’t been
able to move since she had told him she wanted him to mess in his diaper
too. And he could stay there until she
couldn’t stand the smell of him anymore?
He swallowed. He already knew
what that had to mean. And worse,
because of his position on all fours, he had a feeling that he would have no
choice but to mess in his diaper – soon.
In fact, he had a feeling that in the position he was in, preventing it
from happening wasn’t going to be easy.
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Across
the street, Ben Whitmore’s mind wandered as he was about to start making
himself some dinner. He spread his legs
slightly as he remembered the feel of those heavy shackles she had attached to
his legs, just above his knees. He
remembered her locking his hands up to those things she had in her living room
so he couldn’t stop her. But mostly, he
remembered the feel of her hands as she had massaged his penis and brought him
to another mind-numbing orgasm. His mind
played with remembering it all, before he forced his mind back to reality and
shook it all off.
Yes,
tomorrow he was going out to buy himself a washer and dryer. And a lawn mower too. He didn’t want anything more to do with that
crazy woman across the street. As good a
deal as he had gotten on this house, buying it had turned out to be a big
mistake. Only because of her!
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1 comment:
Thank you! Great chapter. Looking forward to more of Betsy's diaper humiliation.
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