Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage

Chapter Description: Ryan adjusts to the facility they've been taken to.

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Ryan was in shock. His world had been turned upside down and in one sudden sequence he had lost everything. Except for Anna, of course, who was right there suffering through this with him. He was finding it really hard to get comfortable in a situation Anna was unfortunately familiar with but to him was completely alien.

The diaper Ryan was wearing was like an added cushion between his legs. For a man to be wearing one was seen to be the greatest shame in Sallas. Nothing marked females in their society quite like the nearly ubiquitous diapers. Ryan had largely detached himself from the misogyny of most of his fellow countrymen, but he still felt that internalised shame.

Quite aside from the emotional struggle the diaper was creating a physical one as well. Ryan needed the bathroom. Not since he had been potty trained at a young age had he had to contemplate wetting himself but now he was in a situation that made it inevitable. He was trying not to think about it because when he did so he felt surges of panic.

Across from him Ryan could see Anna staring at the mattress. Her own diaper was already soaked. It had been when they came in. He felt a pang of guilt. Here he was panicking over something she was forced to put up with every day just to have the relatively nice life they had briefly experienced before it had all fallen apart. Ryan felt like he had traded his wife’s dignity for a nice house and a cushy job. There really hadn’t been much a choice in the first place, but he felt like he should’ve done more to resist or at least to support his wife.

There was a beeping from the doorway they had been brought in through and Ryan turned to see the door sliding open. He tensed up as he saw a couple of men in buttoned up white coats. They were wheeling in a trolley that was jam-packed with baby bottles full of milk.

“Alright, line up for your drinks.” One of the men said in a bored voice.

Ryan looked at Anna. Despite the tear tracks that ran down her face she had a look of determination again. He couldn’t help but admire her resiliency. The two men were holding out bottles, so the rubber nipples were poking between the bars.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” One of them said.

Ryan was taking his cues from his wife and if she wasn’t going over to drink then neither would he. The guards were clearly impatient and if Ryan was honest, he was intimidated by them, especially when he was now dressed as he was.

“Looks like the celebrities think they’re too good for us mortals.” The guard nearest Ryan said.

“Fine.” The other guard said, “You want to do it the hard way. We can oblige.”

The side of the crib rattled down noisily. Anna had developed keen survival instincts and immediately scooted as far back as possible, Ryan wasn’t as fast. His arm was grabbed, and he was yanked towards the side of the baby bed. An arm was wrapped around his neck holding him in place whilst the other brought the bottle to his lips. As he struggled, he saw Anna trying to kick and slap away the other guard’s hands.

“A man ending up like this.” The guard grunted as he held Ryan in place, “You should be ashamed.”

Obviously, Anna wasn’t going to be able to fight off the guards forever and when one of her ankles was grabbed, she was pulled forwards on her back. Pinned to the mattress by the guard, he raised the bottle to her lips.

Both Ryan and Anna had their mouths clamped shut as the guards tried to force them to drink. It was Anna that lost first. The guard pinning her down pinched her nose and when she opened up to breath the nipple was shoved into her mouth. Upon seeing his wife’s loss Ryan opened his own mouth and let the nipple be inserted.

It took him half a minute to get the mechanics down. He didn’t remember drinking from a bottle before; it was entirely alien to him. As soon as he got it, he could feel cold milk squirting into his mouth. He steadied himself into a system of sucking and swallowing as his face burned from shame. He looked over to Anna whose eyes were pure fury as she stared straight up at the guard pinning her to the crib.

“It’s got added nutrients.” The guard holding Ryan said gruffly, “We’ll take good care of you here.”

The guards laughed darkly as their two prisoners continued to suck down their drinks. Ryan had needed the bathroom before but as he swallowed down the thick milk that need was only getting worse. He found himself squeezing his legs together as he drained his bottle.

The feeding seemed to take hours. Ryan was full about halfway through, but the guards refused to take the bottle away until it was empty. He became panicked as he tried to push the hand away but failed.

“Calm down.” The guard growled warningly, “Take it like a good bitch. Like your wife.”

Ryan bristled and spluttered around the bottle causing milk to dribble down his chin. However, when he looked to the side, he saw that Anna was continuing to just suck down the liquid, her eyes were on Ryan. Obviously, Anna couldn’t speak in the position she was in but Ryan felt as if he could hear her voice telling him to calm down and get through it. Taking a deep breath through his nose Ryan continued to drink until the bottle was finally empty. His stomach churned from the liquid he had just filled it with.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, princess?” The guard holding Ryan said with a harsh laugh as he pulled the bottle away and pushed Ryan forwards on to his front.

Before Ryan could turn around, he heard the side of the crib rattle up into place. The prison cell within a prison cell was locked secure and the guards took their trolley to the next helpless inmates in the next cell.

Ryan winced. His bladder was aching now. He felt dread about what was going to happen but a sense of guilt along with it. He was going to wet himself and that felt like a terrible thing to him, but it was also Anna’s reality every day. Hell, he knew she was already wet and had been for some time. He put a hand over his bladder as he rolled over and slowly sat up.

“You shouldn’t hold it.” Anna said, “It’ll happen eventually anyway.”

Ryan looked over to Anna who was sat against the headboard and staring back at him. She got o to her hands and knees and crawled across the drib to Ryan before crouching next to him and rubbing his back.

“You’ll feel better afterwards.” Anna said softly.

Ryan could feel himself welling up with tears. He clambered to his knees and held on to the bars. Try as he might he just couldn’t relax. Any time it felt like he was about to start peeing his whole body tensed up. It felt like a very final act. That once he had done it the whole situation was very real and there was no getting out. He wasn’t sure he was ready to accept that.

A spasm in Ryan’s bladder told him it didn’t matter what emotional difficulties he might be experiencing he was going to either release his bladder or it would burst. He took a shaky breath and relaxed every muscle. He felt a tiny trickle into the diaper. No sooner had a few drops escaped him than he tensed up painfully hard. A lifetime of being told in no uncertain terms that men were not to do this was making it hard for him.

“Can… Can you look away?” Ryan asked.

Anna nodded her head and turned around. Ryan tried to imagine he was in front of a urinal on a normal day. He wanted to forget what he was wearing and just let go. It still took a minute for him to get to the point where a few more drops left him. This time he tried not to panic and clench. He stayed relaxed and when he didn’t immediately leak something in his brain made it easier to tell himself that it was OK to let go.

Ryan felt heat creeping into his face at the same time that it creeped around his crotch. He felt ashamed for what he was doing. His whole life he had been told how doing this, essentially acting like a woman, was the worst sin a man could commit. He felt his breathing become shaky as his bladder unleashed and he covered his face with his hands. The diaper grew heavier as it became wetter until he finally finished wetting himself. He remained on his knees feeling total humiliation. Even though he tried to hold it back, a sob escaped his throat and once the dam had broken, he couldn’t stop crying.

The last thing Ryan wanted to do was think of his parents and yet it was their faces that came to his mind. Did they know where he was and what was happening? If they did, he could only imagine what his father would think. If he hadn’t already been mostly disowned, he would surely have been kicked out of the family for this.

Ryan felt a hand on his back, and he turned around to almost collapse into Anna’s arms. He cried and cried as Anna told him it would be OK. It didn’t feel like it would. They were trapped in this horrible facility and only God knew what was going to happen to them. As he sat back on the diaper, he felt the warm sponge beneath him and wondered if this was something he would experience every day for the rest of his life.

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Anna laid in the crib staring up at the mobile that was slowly turning above the bed. It was tinkling out a tune, the same one it had been doing for hours, and Anna wondered if it was part of the torture. Was the conditioning already happening? Was there a message in this mind-numbing tune being burned into her brain?

“Are you awake?” Ryan whispered.

“Yes.” Anna replied.

Ryan didn’t say anything else. He just rolled over and cuddled up next to Anna. She could feel his diaper against her leg; it was just as thick and squishy as hers. It had been hours since he had wet himself. After a while the lights dimmed which seemed like a message to them that it was time to sleep. It was impossible to say if it actually was nighttime though. There were no windows or clocks, and Anna had already lost track of how long they had been there. She felt Ryan lay his head on her belly and she absentmindedly stroked his hair.

There was a burning anger within Anna. The temper that always flared up at injustice had never been quenched. She’d spent quite a lot of the intervening time between the bottle feeding and laying under the sheets barely controlling her temper. She wanted to rage. She wanted to be out of the crib and throwing everything in the room against the walls. But she couldn’t.

“When do you think they’ll come back in?” Ryan asked.

“I don’t know.” Anna replied.

“Will they…” Ryan seemed to hesitate, “Change us?”

“I don’t know.” Anna answered again, “We should probably try to sleep.”

Ryan nodded his head and moved back away from Anna. She gave him a small smile and rolled over to face the bars of the crib. She wondered if Jane was in a place like this as well. Her heart broke when she imagined her friend going through this alone.

Eventually Anna closed her eyes and felt like sleep was just about to take her away. The blessed unconsciousness granting her a reprieve from her nightmare, the chance to dream of better times. No sooner had she sunk into the black void than the lights in the room turned up as the door was flung open.

“Rise and shine, babies!” Yelled a gruff male voice.

Anna was startled and sat up in shock. She felt Ryan similarly sit up. They both looked through the bars as the two males from the previous day walked in with the cart of milk. Had they been waiting for the moment the couple had been drifting off? Was it coincidence? Either way Anna felt tiredness clinging to her as the men approached.

The men approached with the cart and picked up two bottles. They held them against the bars with the nipples poking through. Anna and Ryan looked at each other. After the battle that had accompanied the previous feeding, they both knew they had to pick their fights more carefully. They scooted forwards and reluctantly put their lips on the nipples and started drinking.

“Now look at that…” The man feeding Anna said, “Nice and docile. Just the way we want our babies.”

Anna lifted her eyes to look up at the man’s face. He was smirking down at her like a bad winner gloating over the loser. She couldn’t help but notice what this looked like for both her and Ryan. The bottles were held around the men’s crotches, and the diapered couple were forced on to their knees to drink. The copying of such a sexual position was no doubt supposed to underline the position Ryan and Anna were in.

As Anna drank, she took the opportunity to release her bladder. The diaper between her legs was already very wet and she wasn’t sure it could take another soaking. She felt the wet padding warming up but thankfully the diaper held.

Anna was the first to finish her bottle and she pulled away. She let out a small burp which tasted strongly of the milk she had just ingested. Next to her Ryan was still working at his bottle, harried occasionally by the guards telling him to hurry up. No sooner had he finished than the bars of the crib came rattling down.

“Alright, get out.” The men demanded as they stood back.

Anna climbed out of the crib and stretched her aching legs. Almost automatically she looked towards the door and the thought of making a break for it flashed through her mind. There was no scenario where doing that resulted in anything good though.

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