This is the sequel of my earlier story Wive hunters
“Uahmn uhopfnfh ahng gahg”
Mary opened her eyes and cursed; however the curse was muted by the ballgag in her mouth. She pulled on the ropes but they were as tight as every day. Her arms were tied to the upper bedposts and her ankles were tied to the lower bedposts, so she was spreadeagled.
The gag made her drool and her mouth was dry after the long night. The remnants of her saliva were running down her chin. On the other hand, the thick cloth diaper package between her legs was wet, cold and unpleasant. She had peed in her diaper several times in the night.
She remembered the day Jack brought her back to Allan. Allan helped her dismount and was about to lead her inside when Jack asked him:
“Do you allow me to change my other captive?”
“Of course I do but I can do it for you; it would be good training for me.” Allan grinned. Susan stared at them wide eyed. Jack helped her dismount and Allan led them inside.
“Now let’s put her on the bed … and tie her legs to the bedposts,” Allan and Jack forced her onto the bed.
“Lift her skirt and pull down the tights,” Jack grinned and explained the procedure to Allan.
“Bring a pail with warm water but you can use cold water as well,”
“Unlock and open the pants.”
“Untape the diaper and pull it down. Wipe away the poop.”
“Take a rag and clean her crotch.”
“Put a new diaper on her.”
“Lock the pants, pull up the tights and rearrange her skirt.”
Allan kept grinning while doing everything Jack told him. Susan was crying and so was Mary when she had to watch it.
When Allan finished changing Susan, Jack took her away and Allan turned to Mary:
“You’ve just seen the treatment you get, dear. Lie down!”
Mary couldn’t do anything but obey; Allan tied her ankles to the bedposts, untied her arms and tied her wrists to the upper bedposts.
“Jack told me he had taught you some obedience. Is it right?”
Mary didn’t react; she was angry at Jack and Allan.
“Okay, I let you cool down a bit,” he left the room.
Mary struggled violently but the ropes were unyielding. She was used to the upper hand but the ropes prevented her from it. Moreover, the messy diaper between her legs caused an intensive itching. When her bladder voided itself, the pee soaked her tights, skirt and bed.
About an hour later Allan returned and grinned at her: “Hey, did you change your opinion?”
He removed her gag: “I’m listening.”
“Could you change me?”
“I’ve peed and pooped myself.” Mary had to bite her lip but she didn’t have any option left.
Allan lifted her skirt and noticed the soaked tights and skirt:
“What the hell did you do? You will pay for all the mess and workload!”
He pulled down the tights and removed her skirt; however he was careful and untied only one leg so she couldn’t defend herself. Finally he unlocked the pants and untaped the overfilled diaper.
When she was naked from the waist down, he took the rag and started cleaning her with cold water.
“You thought you had the upper hand but you are terribly wrong. Now you will have to beg for every feeding and diaper change. And … don’t think that your filthy sex would be a pleasure for me.”
A younger woman entered the room and kissed Allan:
“Hey, love; is this the disobedient slut that ran away from you?”
“Yeah, this is her.”
“Good morning, dear, my name is Priscilla but you can call me Mistress,” she grinned and leaned down to Mary. Her fingers moved to Mary’s breasts and naked crotch.
“Get used to the ropes and I can add something more. Give me your belt, love.”
Tears of pain and embarrassment ran down Mary’s cheeks when Priscilla spanked her thoroughly.
After spanking they rediapered and redressed her into clean clothes and tied her to the bed again.
The next days have been almost the same. Mary spent most of her time tied up. She was freed only to do chores and Allan with his girlfriend were watching her the whole time.
Allan embarrassed his wife even more when he kissed and hugged Priscilla or had sex with her while Mary was tied up and helpless on the second bed.
When Mary was allowed to leave the house, her hands were tied up and she had a thick diaper package between her legs. Allan led her to the saloon and he met his friends to drink and play cards. Mary was locked in the back room and tied to the chair and had to wait until Allan finished his game and drinking.
The thread of Mary’s memories was interrupted by Allan entering the room. He walked over to her and pulled out the gag.
“I’m listening slut.”
“Can you change my diaper please? I peed myself.” Mary hated the tone and words and she still was dreaming about vengeance when she would be free.
“Wonderful dear,” Allan noticed the rage in her eyes and clenched fists.
He changed her diaper in a skilled way, locked the rubber pants and untied her arms from the bedposts:
“Dress yourself quickly and come to the kitchen; remember that I have my gun ready.”
Mary sighed only. Her body was stiff and she needed several minutes to be able to stand up and dress herself. She was alone but the window was secured by an iron grid and the only door led to the kitchen.
The thick package between her legs made her waddle when she walked towards the stove and started making breakfast. Allan was sitting at the table and waiting.
After breakfast Mary had to do the dishes and clean the kitchen. Allan only kept sitting and giving her orders.
“Time to wash your dirty diapers,” he led her to the backyard. She was carrying a heavy pail full of dirty diapers. Allan locked an iron chain around her ankle and secured her to a wooden post. Her hands were free but she couldn’t run away or even change her own diapers.
Mary had to set fire, warm water and wash all her diapers. Meanwhile she heard laughing and talking from the house; Priscilla was there.
The breakfast made her guts move and she peed and pooped in her diaper shortly after she started washing; however she couldn’t ask Allan for a change before she finished her work.
The changing was as unpleasant as usual; she was tied to the bed and Allan cleaned her thoroughly with cold water; Priscilla was watching her:
“Hey, slut; how do you like diapers? Are they better than sex with your hubby?
Oh no; you clenched your fists again and you wish that you could hit me.” she leaned down and pinched Mary’s breasts.
Mary tried to spit in her face but the girl was quicker. She grabbed the ballgag and forced it into Mary’s mouth.
Allan finished diapering Mary and Priscilla grinned: “Love, is she ticklish?”
Allan nodded and a cold chill ran down Mary’s spine. She really was very ticklish. Priscilla leaned down and her fingers started on Mary’s ribs. Mary started a violent struggling and laughing but she couldn’t escape the tormenting fingers. Priscilla continued to her armpits, breasts, thighs and feet.
Five minutes later Priscilla reached under Mary’s skirt and checked the diaper.
“You haven’t peed yourself yet. I have to go on.”
Priscilla doubled her effort and her fingers moved from Mary’s feet to ribs and armpits. The poor victim kept struggling but the ropes held her and Priscilla’s fingers made her laugh more. Her bladder voided itself into the diaper and tears of embarrassment appeared in her eyes.
Priscilla reached under Mary’s skirt and grinned: “Okay, now wait until you are allowed to cook lunch for us.” She left the room. Mary struggled in vain and kept clenching her fists in helpless anger.