- Introduce Yourself -
“M-my name ish AmewiMMMPPpphh!”
Electricity courses through the little’s body. Her eyes twitch and roll beneath the black blindfold, her teeth chattering behind the pacifier used to keep her tongue from being bitten off during the shocks. Fingers frozen in shock and digging into the cold, metal chair’s arms.
The little’s pained screams echo off the walls of empty room. Empty of course save for the little tied to a chair rigged with menacing devices.
- Introduce Yourself -
“Ha… Ha… A-Amewia’s name ish Amewia…”
The little goes rigid, fearing more torment. But nothing happens.
Why didn’t I-I- mean Amelia listen… Amelia’s parents told Amelia not to attend high school on the mainland. Amelia could be back home right now. Living a peaceful life. No Amazons. No round the clock torment.
What did Amelia do to deserve this…?
Amelia had done her best. Graduating near the top of her class among littles and Amazons alike. Always on her best behavior. Not a single accident on her record.
She should have been set.
But a mere several hours after graduation she was nabbed off the streets. A long, black car began rolling alongside her. Two Amazons jumped out and dragged the screaming girl into the dark car with ease.
Amelia had mentally prepared herself for this. She’d heard how Amazons molded littles into what they wanted. She’d seen for herself what Amazons could do to littles. Seen the mindless, drooling littles being pushed along the sidewalk in strollers.
But nothing she had heard could prepare her for what was going to happen.
She was blindfolded, given a locking pacifier, tied up, and diapered in the car. After driving for an indeterminate amount of time, they stopped. She was carried into a building.
The girl could hear nothing but footsteps and the dull hum of machines. The people that grabbed her remained absolutely silent. Amelia was afraid. Her heart thrummed frantically in her chest. She hyperventilated.
Amelia was then tied to a chair.
Was when the ‘fun’ began.
The few times her blindfold was removed was to expose her to a mild hypnosis. She didn’t know what it did, but she could tell it was slowly breaking her down.
Occasionally a mushy food/liquid was funneled through her pacifier. The taste and consistency made her gag, but she could only swallow it down.
While at first, she tried to hold her bladder and bowels in a feeble attempt to retain some control, she soon freely wet and messed her diapers. Changes were not frequent.
And worst of all. The shocks.
Randomly throughout the day and night, a robotic voice would ask her questions. It would ask her questions until she got them right. And when she got them wrong… She would be shocked. The shocks could last anywhere from 5 seconds to several minutes. All at varying pain thresholds.
The girl was unsure how long she’d been here. With her sleep cycle constantly disrupted by the robotic questioning the only thing she could keep track of was her feedings. If she was being fed twice a day, then she estimated she’d been trapped this way for over a month. Roughly 60 feedings.
Whoever had grabbed her was sick and demented. They didn’t simply want obedient and mindless littles created through hypnosis and surgery. They wanted to break littles. Slowly. Painfully. Cruelly. Sickeningly.
- What are you -
“Amewia… i-ish… a baby? MMMMPPPHhh”
- What are you -
Just hypnotize me already.
“Hk… Amewia… i-ish…”
“… Amewia… ish…. NOTHING…”
Satisfied, the machine remains silent. Amelia sobs into her blindfold, her nose runs freely and drips down the back of her throat. Her diaper warms from a fresh wave of urine spurred on by the electrical stimulation.
They’re going to brbrbreak Amelia. Sshe cannnot continue liike this. What can Ammelia do. How can Amelia essscccaaaaappppeeee….
The girl goes limp, her restraints holding her up. The reality of her situation finally catching up with her. No hope of freedom. No hope of escape. No hope of rescue. Her mind feels like it’s teetering on the edge of a deep chasm.
Amelia is alone.
Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad. Amelia gives up. Amelia… Will see you soon.
Amelia bends her upper body forward as far the restraints allow and shoots back as quickly as possible, slamming the back of her head into the chair’s metal headrest. Again. And again. And again. And again. And. Again.
The back of her head begins to feel sticky, and she starts losing strength and focus.
Almost. There. Just. Keep. GOINGGGG.
She forces herself on, doing her best to keep slamming her head against the now crimson metal.
A door opens in the room, multiple footsteps flood the room in a mad dash. Amelia’s attempt at death is stopped as she’s grabbed by multiple sets of arms.
NOOO LET AMELIA DIE!
Despite the arms holding her down she continues attempting to finish the job, snarling and bucking. She feels a prick on her arm and sleep begins to quickly overtake her.
With a last burst of energy, she howls out in agony and torment.
“DAMN IT STOOOOP …!”
I jump a little in shock, looking towards Amelia’s room. It’s been several days since my arrival. Gale, Amelia, and I have been hanging around Amelia’s place. They’ve been teaching me more details about this world to be safe before we go out and do anything in public.
The scream coming from Amelia’s room is a first, however. I run to her door, worried that someone has broken in. I try the knob and it’s unlocked. I fling the door open.
“Amelia! What’s wrong, I heard-“
I stop mid-sentence. Confused by the scene before me.
Amelia is sitting up in her bed, drenched in sweat and tangled up in her sheets. Her face is warped by sheer terror. She’s breathing rapidly and her chest is heaving beneath a light pajama shirt. Wrapped around her waist is a thick and objectively cute diaper with floral patterns. Even with my lack of knowledge about such things, it’s easy to tell that it’s soaked.
I freeze. Amelia freezes. We lock eyes. Her look of terror disappears quickly and is replaced by embarrassment as her face flushes bright red. She quickly attempts to throw a blanket over herself.
“G-Get out… DON’T LOOK!”
“I’M SO SORRY!”
I swiftly turn around and escape back to the couch, closing the door to her room behind me. I’ve seriously messed up, haven’t I?
One change of clothes later, Amelia enters the living room and sits on one of the chairs. Neither of us are capable of looking at the other in the eye.
“If it makes you feel any better you did look cute…”
“That really didn’t help y’know?”
“I’ll hold my tongue.”
We sit in silence; Amelia has a conflicted look on her face but seems like she has something on her mind. I’ll push her a bit to see if she’ll continue.
“I really am sorry, It’s just… I heard you scream and was worried that something happened. If you want to talk about it or anything I’ll listen.”
“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now so Amelia might as well come clean. It was nearly five years ago when Amelia got grabbed off the street. They… They broke Amelia. Amelia even begged for death, and tried as well. But Amelia was saved by the LRS. The organization has helped a lot, only a few mental and physical scars remain. Amelia can only talk and think in third person, and Amelia’s nighttime continence isn’t coming back anytime soon. Nightmares have been infrequent as of late, but still sometimes Amelia thinks this life is a dream. That Amelia is still back there, trapped…”
Poor Amelia. Beneath the hood, my face is trapped in grief for the poor girl. I sympathize with her situation. I know far too well how it feels to be used up and broken. But she’s a good person, and undeserving of such treatment. Unlike me.
“I understand Amelia. Not the exact situation, but your feelings. I… I’m afraid of getting close to people. But if it’s to help someone as kind and amazing as you, then I’ll listen whenever you need to talk.”
“Thank you, Witch, that makes me happy.”
“There’s something I want to show you.”
Inspired by Amelia’s courage to share, I lower my hood revealing my face and the tattoos carved on nearly every inch of available skin. Amelia winces, imagining the pain.
“What are those tattoos, if you don’t mind Amelia asking?”
“They’re an old language from my world. I did this to myself, all over my body, when I was at my lowest point. Carving my body up like this hurt, but I thought it would help me take control of my destiny, of my life. But things only got worse.”
“I guess it’s Amelia’s turn to be sorry now huh?”
I chuckle as I raise the hood back over my head, hiding my mistakes once again.
“Heh, rather than being sorry, rely on me and Gale when you need to. We’re here for you.”
“Hey, that goes for you too! Amelia and Gale haven’t known you for long, but we already consider you a friend!”
Joy and fear blossom in my heart at this revelation. The happiness and peace of forming new connections, but the crushing weight of the inevitable.
Swallowing my weak feelings, I force myself to my feet and reach a hand to Amelia to help her stand.
“Well, we should probably get a move on ‘friend’. Gale’s probably waiting at the diner for us wondering if we’ve been grabbed.”
This is the first official outing since meeting Amelia and Gale. My late-night excursions notwithstanding. What the two ladies have taught me puts my first experiences here in a bit more perspective. The streets were mostly empty since it was typical weekday work hours. Those strange glasses I viewed were storefront TV’s playing hypnosis laden programming.
Now however, I feel like I’m getting the full experience of this dimension. We’ve made our way past the labyrinth of back-alleys that hides the little’s only apartment complex and we’re on the main street. It’s a weekend so it’s very busy, much busier than even a capital city in my old world.
Amazons pack the streets but among them, I see littles in various states. Nervous littles still holding onto their freedom, trying to look unappealing. Captured littles being carried or pushed around; some blushing and embarrassed, some altered by hypnosis, and even one or two that seem to be impartial if not enjoying the treatment.
Amelia is sticking close to the walls, looking down and texting on her phone to avoid catching the gaze of anyone. Her hat is pulled down to hide her features. I’m following close behind, my outfit concealing me nicely but still kind of out of place.
Uneventfully we end our 10-minute walk as Amelia stops before a sign, ‘Solstice’. The place is sandwiched between shops but holds an interesting aesthetic. The place is built of brick over the more common metal that I’ve seen so far, with a large and heavy looking dark wooden door.
“This place is really, really good. Gale and Amelia come here all the time, and best of all littles are treated well here.”
“Interesting, is that rare?”
“Very, especially establishments run by Amazons.”
Amelia pulls a smaller door handle below the larger, Amazon made one and the door seemingly opens with ease. We step inside to a candle-lit entrance. Standing close by is an older Amazon gentleman with steely grey eyes and white hair, wearing a tailored suit that wouldn’t be uncommon of butlers in my former dimension. He wears a carefully crafted neutral smile and gives off a certain aura.
I’ve seen people like him before. He’s a dangerous man.
“Hey old man Franz, is Gale here?”
“Welcome Amelia and young miss. You have kept the fair lady waiting. Allow me to accompany you to her table.”
“Thanks Franz, it’s great to see you again. Sorry that it’s been a while, as you can see we have someone new in town.”
“It is always my pleasure. The two of you are my favorite and most valued customers. Especially since you both bring in so many new faces.”
The two chuckle, their interaction seeming commonplace. It’s quite disorienting to see the menacing looking giant acting so amiable. Perhaps this Franz is just that kind of person.
Making our way through the dark interior of the diner, Franz gets us to Gale’s table. She’s sipping a coffee with two more beverages set on the table. One next to her and one across.
Wordlessly Franz presses a button on the booth and the seats with unclaimed coffees raise to comfortable levels for a little.
“If I may, madam?”
“Of course, Franz.”
Franz carefully picks up Amelia and gently deposits her into the seat next to Gale.
“If I may, madam?”
“Um, alright. And thanks.”
Franz quickly performs the same movements with surgical precision. A gentleman to his core. If I were a few thousand years younger my heart might start to throb.
“A member of our staff will be with you shortly. If you need me just say the word, ladies.”
He turns around and heads back to the entrance. Leaving us in the candlelit corner of this fine establishment. Gale has a look on her face, I decide to speak up.
“So uh… Sorry about being late. You’re not upset, are you?”
“Whaaaat, me upset. Nooooo…” Gale is clearly pouting.
“Someone of your size shouldn’t be pouting, at least Amelia thinks so.”
“Grrr… You’re paying for lunch.”
“Fine, fine. Amelia guesses she deserves as much.”
“Sorry to break up your old married couple routine, but what would you recommend?”
“Since this place caters to Amazons and littles there’s a separate menu for each. I usually get a salad, a turkey club, the house chips, potato salad, coleslaw, and the pie of the day.”
“I-isn’t that a lot!?”
“Heh, these muscles take a lot of energy. My hunger will never be quenched!” Gale flexes her arms, annoying Amelia who ducks in fear of getting swatted.
“If only some of that energy went to your chest.” Amelia snickers.
A vein pops on Gale’s forehead.
“I see someone is eager to pay for dinner as well, and I’m not holding back.”
“N-no, Amelia’s wallet!!!”
They start to laugh, and their infectious energy gets me laughing as well. Its been quite a long time since I’ve done this. Hanging out with people and having a good time. It warms me up.
We calm back down, and they help me choose my order just in time for a young Amazon woman in a black dress to arrive with a clipboard to take our order.
“Hello, I’m Heather. It looks like we got a couple of widdle cuties here. Is your mommy taking you out for lunch today?”
Surprise and shock are obvious on Amelia’s face. This seems to be unusual treatment for this establishment.
“Aw is somebody a little grumpy girl in need of a change?”
The over eager waitress reaches down towards Amelia, likely to check her choice of underwear. Gale’s hand shoots past Amelia and grabs the waitresses’ arm like a vice.
“You got some real guts to talk to my friends like that and try to touch them with me here. What did you get out of Franz’s training?”
“What do you think you’re doing! I’ll have you kicked out for this kind of behavior!”
“Hey Franz, get over here before I break this chick’s fucking arm.” Gale shouts out towards the front of the diner.
In no time at all Franz is at the booth, the scene reflected in his eyes. Gale shoves the waitresses arm away.
“What seems to be the problem here?”
“One of your newbies here is getting a little handsy and overstepping her bounds with my friends.”
“S-she attacked me, get her out of here!”
Franz strokes his chin in thought, eyes narrowing in on Heather.
“I am quite aware of the situation Heather. We have had several complaints about you from other patrons despite your short tenure here.”
“I-it’s not what you think, I can explain-“
Franz cuts her off, his words sharp as knives. It’s brief, but for a moment I notice his neutral smile transform into a demented sneer. He quickly covers it up again, but it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Like a predator that has found its choice prey.
“You work at my establishment; you follow my rules. Are we clear?”
“You disregard my rules and treat my dear customers in a way unbefitting our image. It makes me, this restaurant, all of us, look like utter fools.”
“You are going to be retrained . From the ground up. Go to Jess in the back, she will sort you out.”
“I… Yes sir…”
Heather escapes to the back, embarrassed and frightened over the interaction. I would be frightened too; he is certainly an imposing man.
“My utmost apologies. As thanks for not breaking another of our… less trained… staff’s arms, your meals are on the house today.”
“Hell yeah, you the man Franz. Amelia and Amelia’s wallet are ever grateful!”
“You seemed to enjoy that interaction perhaps a bit too much, Franz.” I blurt out, my inner thoughts leaking.
“Ha, you could say that newcomer. I am not like other Amazons. I was never one to enjoy bending littles to my will. I fought with and against too many during the war. I prefer to best those my own size with my own will. Challenges are oft too hard to find.”
Truly an interesting man. How did Gale and Amelia meet someone like him?
Franz writes down our orders and takes them to the back. Our conversation returns to normal.
“How did the two of you find this place?”
“To be honest, this place is one of the food joints recommended by our organization. Amelia and I have a list of the safest restaurants in town for littles to eat at. Solstice in particular was highly recommended. We hit it off with Franz and the rest is history.” Gale lowers her voice, not wanting to attract attention or let loose their secret in public.
“Since the two of us have arrived here, Amelia hasn’t been poisoned once thanks to that list!”
What a strange place, to be so worried about getting poisoned in your day-to-day life. In my old dimension you’d just have to worry about your ill prepared food not making you sick.
The little woke up. Asleep for days. A well-lit room.
A nursery room.
New sensations. New sights. New everything.
All unfamiliar. Scary. Wrong.
The little cried out.
Someone, anyone? Please!
But no one could hear the little.
No one able to help could hear.
And no one came.
The food was amazing. Nothing I’ve had here so far compares and it’s obviously superior to what I ate in my world. I almost had tears streaming down my face as I ate my sandwich.
As further thanks, Franz brought us a bottle of some fancy wine I couldn’t begin to pronounce. With my constitution I’m incapable of becoming drunk without constant and heavy drinking; even then, the feeling goes away quickly. Gale had 4 Amazon glasses but with how much she ate, I doubt she’s tipsy. Amelia though… She had around 6 little-sized glasses and was not taking it well.
We spent the day eating, drinking, and enjoying our time together at Solstice. Franz even came back and had a drink with us. However, after demolishing two or three bottles we bid Franz adieu and made our way back to Amelia’s apartment. Not before seeing the now blushing waitress Heather, shuffling around with a noticeably different gait, and accompanying crinkling sounds. I think I understand what retraining means here.
Gale carried the grumbling and drunk Amelia home, thrown over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She is truly a gentleman.
“Can you be coherent for a minute and fork over your keys?”
Gale shakes Amelia, attempting in vain to bring the girl to life. In reply she mumbles and points to her pocket. Gale digs around and pulls out a set of keys that look ridiculous in her large hands. She tosses them over to me since she’d have a hard time.
I open the door and we shuffle in, Gale forced to hunch. She carries Amelia over to her room as I plop down on the couch. I hear more Amelia grumbling mixed with Gale’s voice. I also hear crinkling sounds, embarrassingly realizing that Gale must be helping Amelia with her ‘problem’.
Gale backs out of Amelia’s room, moments later. Turning off the light and giving the girl a final gentle and loving look unlike any other I’ve seen her wear this past week. I’ve worn that look myself at certain points in my life. It’s obvious to me that despite their teasing they are very close. Truthfully, it makes me feel a little lonely and envious.
She faces me again, appearing surprised to see me for a split second before realization dawns on her face.
“Ah, sorry. Perhaps I had a bit too much to drink, I forgot you were here haha.”
“Is Amelia aware of how you feel for her?”
Gale runs her hands through her hair sobering up at the question. She looks conflicted before continuing.
“I don’t really understand how I feel myself.”
“If I may, it’s my recommendation that you sort that out and tell her. Just so that… You don’t have any regrets.”
“Hm, I didn’t expect to get such advice from Witch, the emotional brick wall herself.”
“I know what I am. I do. I’m a coward who refuses to face her past.”
“I… I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay, I know you don’t. Amelia called me a friend today, it meant a lot. More than she knows. I’ve started to see the two of you in the same way. Despite myself. And I just can’t help but to meddle, after seeing that look on your face.”
Gale makes her way over to the couch and sits next to me, the couch made for littles screams in metallic pain as it adjusts to unfamiliar mass.
“Amelia texted me on the way over to Solstice. The reason you were late, she told you about her confinement. I was the one who saved her.”
“She didn’t tell me that…”
“She probably doesn’t know. She was out of it, half alive when I carried her out.”
“I was tasked with infiltrating and investigating a certain group. They were the ones that kidnapped her. They were suspected of excessive cruelty, and I was there to shine the light on it. My first day was the day Amelia attempted suicide. I heard her dying howls through the concrete wall. And I was one of the first to enter her room. The sounds she made still haunt me. If only I had arrived weeks or months sooner, stopped them sooner. Would Amelia have been driven to such extremes? Would Amelia suffer to this day as she does? I hate myself for not being there sooner.”
“You did a good thing, Gale. You don’t have to finish this story…”
I don’t want to hear any more. Right now, at this very moment. I see myself reflected in Gale. The tears and pain swelling in her eyes as she recalls the horror. I want to reject it. Reject myself. Throw it away. Get it out of my h e a d .
“I need to finish. You are our friend. You live in this world. You are involved now. Please.”
“I… Understand.” I don’t want to, but I do.
Gale thanks me and takes a moment to compose herself. She looks back at me with focused, unflinching eyes.
“I knew after that incident saving Amelia took priority. I’ve failed people before, and I wouldn’t let it happen again. Working under that group for another several months was hell, the things they did were sick and depraved. Finally, I had enough privileges that I could make my move. I grabbed what documents and footage I could on a drive, grabbed Amelia under the guise of moving her to a new location, and took her to an LRS affiliated hospital.”
“Amelia made a near full recovery. The one good thing about the way they tried breaking her, is that the hypnosis they used was minimal. Her speech mannerism and nighttime accidents are the only lingering remnants. She saw the work we did to help her, and wanted in. When I heard that, I requested to be partnered with her.”
“I don’t know myself… When I saw her for the first time, the sight was more than I could bear. I felt that I would do anything to save her. Perhaps this feeling was an attempt to atone for past mistakes. I don’t have the hormones or genetic whatever that makes Amazons go little crazy. But that feeling to protect her bound me instantly to her. We are connected, her and I.”
“You feel responsible for the life you saved.” I’ve felt this many times before.
“Yes but it’s complicated. The years we’ve spent together since has evolved our relationship. I take care of her; she takes care of me. I can’t imagine life without her now. She’s saved me just as much as I saved her. And I wouldn’t want to ruin anything by telling Amelia any of this. I see how she looks at Amazons after her traumatic experiences. I… I couldn’t stand her hating me. Anything but that.”
“I don’t think she could hate you, even if you told her how you feel.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll think on it and try to find the right words. But you have to promise to work on your feelings too, Witch. We notice how you keep us at arm’s length. You don’t have to be alone.”
“I’ll try. I’ll try. Amelia said much of the same.”
“That’s all we can ask, I suppose. Let’s cut it with the sappy shit here. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. And if you ever need to talk, I’m here. We both are.”
“Sounds good and thank you.”
Gale leans over and quickly grabs me in a huge, crushing hug.
“Ack, t-this is n-nice but ghk I can h-hear my bones creakinggg!”
“What’s that, I can’t hear you over this odd creaking sound?”
Gale puts me back down with a laugh and exits the apartment, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
There were some tough conversations today that brought about a little grief. But they were necessary evils. I see myself in these women and their struggles. The short lives they’ve lived have been harsh, but they’ve carved lives for themselves. Perhaps I can carve a life for myself here amongst them.
I settle down on the couch and flip on the TV. Time for some more ‘research’ on yet another sleepless night.
It was a month after Amelia’s attempted suicide that she was strapped back to the chair. She was given a minimal amount of time to recover before being sent back. This time with sufficient padding on the chair to prevent another event.
After another month of torment, Amelia had largely given up. She said what the machine wanted to hear. Wet and messed herself freely. Ate the food sludge. And got shocked. Again and again.
When suddenly the door opened. Amelia suspected it was for another change, but she had been changed a short time ago and was only a little wet. She tensed up, hearing the footsteps draw closer. They stopped right before the girl. Amelia felt the restraints and her blindfold loosen, dropping to the floor. She blinked and cowered away, seeing light for the first time since her kidnapping.
Amelia felt herself being gently grabbed and propped up against the Amazon’s body. Much different than the rough treatment she’d received all this time. She felt something drip onto her face.
“I’m… I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t save her, but you’re still here. I’m still here. I can save you…”
For the first time in a long time Amelia felt safe and warm. Consciousness failed her and she blacked out. The stimulation and shocking feelings of safety proving too much for the weakened girl.
The Amazon wiped her tears and put on a strict business face. She left the room, then the building. Arriving at her car, she deposited the battered little into a car seat.
Gale drove away.
Finalizing Amelia’s escape from her living hell.
And hurtling the two towards their new lives.
Chapter 4: (Un)Certain Love
Sorry for the wait, this one was even longer! But it was fun to write. I hope you all enjoy the read.