Mercy Me - Chapter 11 – Part 1 of 2

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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