BABY BED BOARD

BY BIGIRISH

[ part 2 ]

Wakey Wakey

Please note—This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. The writer does not now, nor has he ever, advocated acting out on such fantasies, nor does he advocate the abuse of children.

“Okay Zool, is the camera ready?” Dodge Dart asked. He received a nod from his dear friend Zool, who was operating the camera. “The light appears to be good. Let’s start the tape in 3…2…1…”

Dodge smiled broadly. He loved being in front of the camera, any camera. He was still full of pride from the adulation shown during the party the night before.

“Good morning everyone. I hope that all of you arrived home safely. It is the morning after my demonstration of my new toy, the Baby Bed Board. As a reminder, it was nine p.m. last night when Shit was put to bed. It is nine a.m. now so she has been immobile for twelve hours.

The camera lowered down to table height and zoomed in a bit, centering on a form covered in a white bed sheet.

“And here she is!” Dash exclaimed as he drew back a sheet revealing his littlest slave. She was well bound, zipped inside a pink sleeper lined with burlap; her little arms pulled close behind her back. Her little legs were held in a spreading bar that forced them flat against the table. She was further strapped to a small board; her mouth forced downward on a fair-sized rubber dildo which was attached to the board near one end.

Her hands, encased in the material of the sleeper, were moving wildly, as if she were trying to move her arms. Her feet also wiggled, as if she were trying to gain purchase on the table and move herself.

Shit’s eyes were wide open in fear and darted from side to side as she tried first to see Dodge and then to see the camera. Her face was flushed and she grunted as she tried to force out the plug that filled her butthole. Dried matter plugged her nose and mingled with the saliva that glistened in the lights. A “wheezing” sound could be heard as she drew breath through the hollowed-out center of the plug violating her mouth.

The camera quickly zoomed in just as more saliva bubbled out from beneath her little lower lip and ran down the device.

The camera drew back as Dodge lifted a dog-tag chain over his head. Dangling from the end was a silvery key. He reached down to the place where the spreader bar fit into a slot cut in the board and opened the twist-locks that kept the bar in the slot. He then unlocked the little lock on the leather strap holding her upper body down and undid the strap. Immediately Shit tried to lift her belly from the board. Even with her arms acting like a “stiffener” she was able to lift high enough for an adult to slip their hand beneath her.

Dodge watched her bounce for a bit before holding up a tool. It appeared to be a syringe of some type except instead of a needle it had two small tubes protruding from one end. They were clear plastic and tapered somewhat as well as curving. “This is a device of my own design. I made it in my workshop, adapting a tool used to extract melted solder from a printed circuit board. Before I release Shit, I need to clear her nostrils.”

Dodge leaned over as the camera focused on the tabletop view. He pressed the tubes into the snot, one tube per nostril. He checked the placement twice before pressing a button on the device. There was a sharp snap and the matter was sucked up into the device.

To be sure that her nose was clear, Dodge covered the breathing holes in the sides of the dildo. Shit’s eyes widened further for a moment before her nostrils flared and she drew in a breath through her nose.

Satisfied, Dodge put the device under the table. He withdrew something that was hidden from the camera by Shit’s body.

“My friend, be sure to focus in on her face.”

Dodge grasped Shit firmly by the uppermost strap holding her arms behind her. He placed his hand under her forehead and in one smooth motion lifted her off of the dildo. She came free easily with a small, but noticeable, slurping sound.

Dodge held her upright as the camera zoomed in on her face. Bruises had already formed in the corners of her mouth and along the centerline of her upper and lower lips from being stretched overnight. Shit worked her tongue trying to rid her mouth of the rubber taste. She tried to make sound, but her voice was hoarse from screaming all night and so all she could manage was a raspy squeal.

“She’s making far too much noise. She needs to learn to be more quiet in the morning.”

Dodge picked up a small roll of burlap and forced it into Shit’s mouth. Even if she could have resisted, her jaws wouldn’t have been able to close and keep the awful tasting rough material out of her tender mouth. After using his thumbs to make sure all the material was in her mouth, Dodge sealed her lips with white tape. First, he placed a smallish piece over her mouth, barely covering her lips but holding the wad inside. Dodge leaned her backwards so the back of her head rested against his chest. Working quickly he added a strip of tape that pulled up on her chin forcing her mouth tighter against the wad. He added a strip across her mouth that ran from ear to ear and then a final strip across her little chin so that the lower half of her face was covered in white tape.

“There, that should do it.”

Lifting Shit by her arms like he was lifting a backpack, Dodge put the bed board beneath the table. He then laid her down again, this time with her head to his right, her legs closer to the camera. He pulled an object from his pocket. It looked like a decongestant applicator. He placed it into Shit’s nostril, right then left and gave each a shot.

“This is decongestant for children. It will only last a relatively short time before I’ll have to reapply it, but will keep her nose from clogging up when she cries.”

Dodge put the applicator back into his pocket and used the key to unlock the brace, removing it quickly. Shit lay there for a moment before she realized that she could move. As she drew her legs together she was hit by massive cramping in her muscles that caused her legs to curl up. She screamed and rolled onto her side violently. Dodge put out his hand to prevent her from rolling off the table and watched patiently as her legs twitched and spasmed.

Dodge waited until she lay still again, panting through her nose, eyes red from crying. He rolled her onto her belly and unlocked/undid the straps holding her arms. Shit moved her arms with the same results except that when her arms cramped she curled up her legs causing a renewed period of cramping there as well.

Dodge didn’t wait this time. He unzipped the suit and slipped it quickly from her little body. Shit lay still except for an occasional twitch as she had a tiny cramp. Her body from shoulder to foot was bright red from irritation. Tiny scratches crisscrossed her body and there were creases in her skin from slight folds in the burlap lining of the sleeper.

Dodge reached down and got hold of a corner of the patch covering Shit’s cunnie and removed it sharply. Shit squealed and arched her back and her butt made a satisfying thump as it landed on the table. Her cunnie was bright red from the onion oil and dappled with a rash from her pee. She tried to roll over and Dodge helped her. Somehow, Shit got her legs and arms underneath her and tried to crawl away. Dodge grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back. Then he yanked you the butt plug. This brought on more cramping in her legs.

Dodge lifted a clear plastic basin filled halfway with water from beneath the table. He laid out a square of burlap and a bar of soap and noticed that Shit had crawled and was almost to the far end of the table.

“Enough of this!” he said.

Dodge grabbed Shit by the ankle and dragged her back to her original place. Holding her ankle, he reached under the table and came up with two plastic ties. One he zipped down on her ankles and the other he used to hold her hands behind her back.

Once again Dodge reached beneath the table and came back with a battery powered hair trimmer.

“I have decided that I will raise Smut, my older slave, as my own daughter-slave. I will treat her like a little girl, albeit a little girl that gets tied up a lot. Since I will be treating her nicely, I will have to make up for it by treating Shit that much more harshly. Smut will have pretty things to wear. Shit will not wear anything except for…well, I’ll get to that. Smut will have long pretty hair, Shit will be hairless.” With that said he used the razor to cut off all of Shit’s hair.

Dodge put down the razor, picked up shit and unceremoniously dumped her face first into the water. The water was cold and shocking and caused more spasms in Shit’s legs and arms. She couldn’t lift her head from under the water and her eyes were wide with fear, looking into the camera pleading for help.

While Shit swam, Dodge donned a pair of long rubber gloves and reached into the water to pull Shit out. He stood her on the table. She was dripping wet and shivering from the cold.

Holding onto Shit’s wrists he held her upright while he cut the cable tie holding her ankles. He let go and she dropped onto her butt with a thump and sat there sobbing. He picked up the piece of burlap and soaped it up well before standing her up again by her arms. He washed her thoroughly with the harsh cloth, paying particular attention to her cunnie. The last thing he did was lay her face down on the table and clean her butthole by shoving the cloth up inside her with his thumb and removing it quickly.

Dodge dropped the cloth onto the table and then dropped Shit face first into the water. She struggled this time, her little legs flailing as she tried to get them under her. Dash pulled out a blow dryer and then watched as Shit somehow found purchase and popped up out of the water just in time to be dragged from the water by her arm and deposited on the table again.

Standing her up by her arms again, Dodge used the blow dryer to dry her skin. It was on the medium setting, and he lingered on her cunnie until she screamed.