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   This story is a part of a trilogy (One Week for Stefan Berg, A Perfect
Husband and Another Woman) which is about the young man Stefan, who is
forced into slavery by his cousin and his friends.  If you are underaged or
offended by the following, please don't read further.
   BDSM Bondage Discipline Humiliation Slavery Scat Wet Chastity Diapers
Infantilism Spanking Smothering Body Modification Blackmail Transgender
Forced sex And many more lovely fetishes and stuff!
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if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
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   Chapter 4  
   Sara picked up her cigarette packet and pulled out a cigarette.  She lit
it while she looked at me, blowing smoke in my face.       "I'll take care
of you while Nina works in her house.  Her house, Stefan.  You are owned
now.  Fun, huh?  How does it feel to be owned by a woman?  " she asked,
smiling evilly.  I looked down at the table while the smell of tobacco was
spread in the kitchen.       "Say something, Stefan," Sara said, and
giggled.       "Mmmffhghhh," I said and she laughed.       "You sound like
a little baby.  An owned little man ", she said and took a puff on her
cigarette.       I didn't answer.  I just sat on the chair being humiliated
unable to defend myself.  My life was about to be lost, but just mentally.
My body still existed, however, unlocked and controlled.  The question was
how long it would last.  Probably until the wedding.  How pathetic.  A
forced marriage.  In the past, and for that matter, even nowadays, girls
are forced to marry men against their will.  Now I found, me Stefan Berg,
in the opposite situation.  Like so much else was the opposite in my life
situation.  Here I sat, an 18 year old man who had just lost my parents,
pent up in a romper, specially sewn to my body, with diapers and mittens
while my cousin sorted and threw out my former possessions.  My
ex-girlfriend was sitting beside me, smoking and humiliating me.  She
mocked my situation.  My life.  Myself.
        Out in the hallway Nina carried an old armchair.       "I'll throw
this chair.  Found it in the living room.  It is, after all, mine now so I
might as well throw it away," Nina teased and disappeared through the front
door and to the container.  And I could not do anything about that, she
threw out my dad's old favorite chair.  Although it was worn out but still
full of memories.       "How does it feel to be the serf?" Sara suddenly
asked and blew more smoke in my face.  I just shook my head.  Wanted to cry
but could not as well.  There was so much to cry over it became it was too
much.  Instead, I sat quietly and looked out the window.  Outside, it was
summer.  Warm.  Outside, there was a freedom I would probably never get to
experience, now that the papers were signed and I was dependent on Nina's
kindness and mercy.  So horribly degrading.  But this option didn't exist;
to be free but penniless and completely alone.       "Maybe our baby is
tired now," Sara thought and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. 
     She stood up and undid the belt around me, whereupon she lifted me and
carried me to my bedroom.       "And soon to be my little ex-boyfriend to
marry.  Then you'll be great, of course," Sara said while she put me in the
crib.  She took the mittens and put them on me and locked the roof.  She
looked down at me.       "An obedient man.  What if I could get Beppo to be
there also.  But it would feel like he wasn't a man anymore.  On the other
hand, you're a little sissy," Sara laughed before she disappeared out of
the room and shut the bedroom door so that I was isolated.  I screamed in
the pacifier but no one heard me.  Alone.
        Before I fell asleep, I sensed my bladder was emptying into the
diaper and moisture from the pee spread against my skin.  Then everything
went dark.
        At some point I woke up and heard the front door being slammed. 
Presumably, it was Nina who slammed the door.  But everything seemed to be
very quiet.  Sleep, however, took the upper hand and I fell asleep again.
        In my dreams, I ran across a green summer meadow.  I was happy,
free.  The warmth was delightful and I enjoyed the feeling of grass
tickling my feet.  A light breeze swept around my body and got my hair to
flutter and dance and my T-shirt was welcome coolness against my skin when
the summer wind found in the seams.  In shorts, I had boxers.  No diaper.
None romper.  No mittens.  Just me.
        "Rise and shine, Stefan," Nina said, which was the sound I woke up
to.  Slowly I opened my eyes and saw my cousin and Sarah stood by my bed.
They seemed to have been away because on the floor behind my bedroom door
were a few bags I had not seen before.       Nina unlocked the roof and
lifted me up.  She put a hand over my ass and sighed.       "Pee again, I
know.  Diaper is full.  We must change it.  I just hope that you can stay
dry at night so you will not have to wet it.  Now I have something to tell
you," she said happily as she carried me away to the changing table and
pulled off my dress completely and threw the diaper on the floor.  She
looked glad, positive and happy.  But it was perhaps not surprising given
that she had just inherited a house, plus a huge amount of money that was
now hers and not mine.  She could afford to be happy.       The teat was
removed from my mouth but I kept quiet.  Did not dare say anything in fear
of my precarious situation punished in some subtle and nasty way of my
cousin.       "You do need a shower.  Meanwhile, Sara will throw your
romper in the laundry and then we'll do something else fun," Nina said, and
gave the romper to Sara, who disappeared off to the laundry room.       "I
have much to tell you but first we'll take a shower.  Or rather, you, my
future husband, will be cleaned.  Then we will make up in order and go for
a ride in the car.  That will be nice, won't it?  " she said and giggled as
she carried me out into the bathroom and put me down in the bathtub, took
off my mittens and then she took a shower hose and washed me. 
Instinctively I felt my dick rose and became stiff.  Nina looked at me. 
     "Wow.  Was it so good?  " she said and smiled.  Naked and bare, I
stood and dared not say anything or move myself in any way.  Nina looked
pleased.       "What should we do about it?  Small kids should not have any
hard-ons, should they?" I dared not answer her, but she knew just how to
lather my body and shower by myself.  When I was clean she raised me and
put me down on the floor and laid a towel around me as she wrapped me
tightly so that my arms were almost locked to the body.       "How cute you
are," Nina noted and smiled happily as she rubbed me with the bath-sheet
and then carried me down in the kitchen.  Sara sat there on a chair.  Above
her on the table stood a tub with warm water and next to a bag of plaster
model and several rolls of bandages.  There was also a pair of rubber
gloves and a jar of Vaseline.  I panicked.       "What is that?  What are
you going to do?" I said, trying to move under the bath towel, but of
course Nina had wrapped it down so hard that I couldn't move at all. 
     "There, you are, Stefan," Nina said and opened the bag of plaster
model, which she then poured into water and stirred.  Meanwhile, Sara was
wearing a rubber glove and opened the jar of Vaseline.  Then she took a big
click in the glove and began to smear it in over my head and my face. 
     "Close your mouth and close your eyes and then hold your mouth and
eyes closed," Sarah ordered and I didn't think but to obey.       "This
will be fun," I heard Nina said.  I heard someone mix with water and
something was being cut.       "I don't want this," I asked but nobody
pretended to hear me.       "Sara, hold his head now," Nina said, and I
heard how Sara got up and stood behind me.  I tried to rip the bath-sheet
but could not.  Sarah's two hands grabbed my head and held me while
something cold was placed over the front of my bald head.  Since Nina
continued to press the wet substance over the front of my neck, chin, my
cheeks, mouth, eyes and forehead until my whole face was covered.  And
everything was dark.  A couple of fingers poked into my nose so I could
then breathe through it.  After that they did the same thing on the back
and soon my whole head was covered.       "Sit quiet now.  Otherwise, we
must do everything again," Nina said, before the end of the strips were
over my ears and everything was quiet and dark.  I sat motionless in my
chair and felt the stiff plaster over my face.       What did they do, I
thought and could not do much more than wonder because I was immobile and
unable to talk or hear anything.  Were they going to make a plaster mask?
What would they do with it?  I remembered how we made these in school when
I was younger but I didn't understand the point of what Nina and Sara did.
        The only thing I could concentrate on was to breathe through my
nose because my mouth was covered with plaster.  I don't know how long I
sat there on the chair wrapped in the sheet but in the end I felt someone
grabbed my head and then removed the mask gently from the back of the head
and then my face.  Sounds exploded around me and I opened my eyes just in
time to see how Nina gently dropped the parts on the kitchen table.  Then
she turned around and looked at me.       "Stefan, you look awfully
sticky", she laughed and Sara was about to give way to a double when she
looked at my face.       "Let's wash you up.  Maybe Sarah can help you as I
make the kitchen in order," Nina said, looking at Sara as he lifted me from
my chair and took off to the bathroom.       "This is really good," Sara
said, when she put me down on the toilet seat and took out a bottle with
some detergent and a variety of cotton roundabouts which she wetted. 
     "Now you're all curious about this, huh?" Sara said as she cleaned my
face and head.       "I don't know," I answered, and Sara looked sternly at
me.       "Yes, you do.  I know you are curious and looking forward to the
little surprise we are preparing for you.  " I didn't answer but waited for
my face to get clean.  When she was finished she raised me from the toilet
chair and carried me up to my bedroom and put me on the changing table,
where she pulled up the bath towel a bit, but just as much as she needed.
My arms were still solid underneath.       "Diaper on.  We don't want any
accidents in Nina's house," Sara said.       "It's not fucking her house,"
I exclaimed, after which Sara hit me hard in the face.       "Learn good
manners," she shouted, and I kept quiet as she put my diaper on. 
     "This is Nina's house and you will accept that, or you get out.  It's
even written on paper, isn't it," she said and I nodded reluctantly to the
fact that she was actually right, no matter how wrong it was.       
     Sara walked over to my closet and took out something that looked like
a couple of great short balloon pants in plastic.  At the top was a belt
that seemed to get locked with a key.       "Look, how nice they are.  We
bought them today," Sara said, and proudly showed up the pink diaper pants.
I didn't want to watch when I realized it was I who would have them on me.
She came back to the changing table and pulled them over my diaper. 
     "Now that your romper is in the washing machine, you need something
else to wear before you go on the little trip.  I am sure that Nina would
like to show what she bought today.  It doesn't fit in the car," Sara
giggled and dropped me on the floor.  I tagged on the plastic pants but
didn't remove them and realized that the diaper was locked inside the pants
with the heavy belt and padlock.  It meant that I didn't have to have some
mittens on.  I would still not voluntarily leave the house wearing just
this.       "Look how nice you are.  And you have your hands free," Sara
said and proudly lifted me up from the table and carried me away to bed,
where she locked me in and then left the room with me, still dressed only
in a diaper and the lockable pink diaper pants.  Nothing I would like to
show me around in...  I was free but still a prisoner.  And soon I fell
asleep, when I realized my helplessness.  It was just waiting for someone
to come and pick me up.
        About an hour later I awoke when Sara unlocked the roof of the crib
and lifted me up and put me down on the floor.       "Good morning.  Now
everything is clear.  Follow me down," Sara said happily and I followed her
down to the lower floor and into the kitchen.  When Nina saw me she
laughed.      "An excellent purchase, what do you think," Nina said,
looking at me.       "You look like a little girl.  But more of that
later," she just said and went on with whatever she was doing in the
kitchen.  Fears spread in me.  What was happening?  Why did they do this to
me?  It was not right.  Not fair.       "Sara, give him some food until I'm
finished here.  We're going away for a while and before that he must be fed
and get some clothes on.  Can we do that?" Nina Thought.  Sara nodded. 
     "Of course.  I sorted the stuff we bought in the closet earlier so
everything is there.  Then I must be with Beppo tonight so you will be with
Stefan by yourself.  But you seem to manage that just fine!" Sara said and
Nina smiled.       "But it's always easier when you are two," Nina said. 
     "I can come back when you need me again," Sara promised as she
prepared my bottle.       "I know that you can, Sara," Nina noted and
continued with her craft.  She did something with my plaster mask, but I
could not see what it was.  But probably it wasn't very pleasant.
        When Sara was ready with the gruel, she came over to me and put
down the bottle on the kitchen table.       "Drink.  You can do it yourself
now that your hands are free to use," she said, and I obediently took the
baby bottle and drank the gruel.  It felt humiliating.  I was eating normal
food during the week after my parents' accident, along with Nina, but now
it was obviously the end of it.  When I was finished she took the bottle
and cleaned it while I was still sitting on the chair.       "Good boy.  Be
quiet now and we'll try something, but first I need a little help from
Sara," Nina said.       "Go up and get the other stuff," she asked Sara as
she disappeared up the stairs.       "What are you going to do?  Why are
you doing this?" I asked, looking at Nina.  No more humiliation now.  It
was enough.  But I had no choice really.  She laughed.       "You wait and
see.  Just a small change in the exterior," she said, waiting for Sara to
come back.  And soon I heard footsteps on the stairs and Sara showed up
with a big bag in her hand which she put on the kitchen floor.  I looked at
it but could not see what was in it.
   Then Sara started to take up a pair of white tights, a pair of red
patent leather shoes and a pink dress.  I could feel the panic spread. 
Would they dress me up like a girl and take me out?       "No, I don't want
this," I prayed and looked at Nina and Sara who cheerfully scraped around
in the bag.       Nina just laughed.       "You have signed a contract. 
Either this or the street," Nina said, and just came over to me with the
pantyhose.       "Stand up on the floor," she ordered and I didn't think
but obey.       "These should fit on top of the diaper and diaper pants. 
It will bulge out a bit but it looks just cute," Nina said, and leaned down
and began to pull the white pantyhose on me.  Sarah laughed at the small
but clear change when Nina was ready and pulled it tightly over my diaper
pants.  Then she pulled on my boots and laced them.       "Garter belt",
Nina asked and Sara came over with a white garment with strings on the
back. Sara walked behind me and put the garment over my stomach and chest,
and began to tie behind my back.  It buckled.       "Ouch, it hurts," I
said, but Sarah laughed and Nina stood and looked at me.       "If you want
to look nice, Stefan, then you need to suffer a little pain too," Nina
said, while Sara pulled the strings behind my back until my stomach felt
like it was in my back.  When she was finished, I could breathe, but no
more.  The dress was put on.
   After that, Sara got a blouse from another bag.  It was a pink blouse
that matched my dress and they pulled it over my head.       "Flashy.  Now
it begins to resemble something.  But we saved the best for last.  Sit down
on the chair again, Stefan," Nina said, and Sara helped me to sit down.  It
was hard when I could hardly bend myself but eventually I sat there and
Nina picked up a pair of handcuffs.       "No, that's enough," I exclaimed
but nobody listened.  Instead Sara grabbed my hands behind my back and Nina
strapped the cuffs on.       "There you are.  Now you must close your eyes.
Or else, it might hurt," she said while Sara took out a jar with children's
powder that she poured a little of in her hand and lubricated in my face
and over my head and face.  The mask, I thought.  I would have a plaster
mask on me!?         "Absolutely.  Now the mask," Nina said, and Sara
covered my eyes.  I asked them to stop but the women just laughed. 
     Something soft was stretched over my head and face and Sarah's hands
were removed and replaced by what is now covering the whole of my head.  It
was not plaster, I thought.  It felt more like rubber.       "Perfect.  It
is truly amazing, but on the other hand, it cost a few dollars," Nina said.
     "But money is of course no problem for you now," Sara noted and they
both laughed.  Next, Nina adjusted the mask.  I could breathe through my
nose and mouth, and soon I could even open my eyes.  Small holes for ears
made it hard to hear, but sufficient.       "Wigs, Sara," Nina said, and
Sara disappeared to fetch something that she pulled down over my head and
the two women looked at me and were amazed.       "Fantastic.  And the
lips, nose and ears look so real.  We just have to show him," Sara said. 
    "Her," Nina corrected.
        I knew nothing but on the other hand, could not do anything either.
I sat with my hands locked behind my back and having something over my head
and face.
        "Get a mirror.  Maybe she wants to see herself," Sara suggested. 
     "No, wait until she is ready," Nina replied, and asked Sara to get a
make-up box, which my ex girlfriend did.  So Nina sat down opposite me,
while Sara stuck my head.  And for a long time, Nina applied makeup, put
lipstick around my mouth and then painted my eyes.  I didn't understand
anything but it was not my face they painted, but something that was
sitting outside.  Sara took the opportunity to take some photos.       When
she was finished, Nina looked me straight in the eye.       "When I loosen
the handcuffs on you, you have two choices.  Either you tear all off that
we have put on you and then I will kick you out and put out the old
pictures of you, plus the new Sara has, on the Internet.  Then you'll be
poor and ridiculed, and wearing a pair of diaper pants you cannot take off.
Option two is that you accept your situation and submit.  What will it be?"
Nina asked sharply and looked at me.       "Yes," I mumbled, feeling the
mask when I talked.  Nina laughed.       "Option two, then?" She asked and
I nodded and felt the tears that wanted out.       "Stop that damn crying,
or else the make-up will get smeared ," Nina said, and stood up while Sara
loosened the handcuffs.  I felt Sara then pulled something slightly over my
hands and arms.  Long thin white gloves.       "Get out in the hallway and
look in the mirror," Nina said, and the two women followed me when I walked
in the red shoes that sounded like heels.  So I put myself in front of the
hall mirror and didn't recognize the one I saw.       "Say hello to
Steffie," Sara said, and the women laughed.  I got a shock.  The one I saw
in the mirror was a stranger.  A young woman, almost a girl, with red
patent leather shoes, white stockings and a pink dress, which bulged out so
that it looked like I had a big butt.  A corset was stuck over my stomach
and chest and transformed the total size of my body so that it resembled a
woman's narrow waist.  To hide it sat a pink blouse that looked extremely
feminine.  Over my head a new face appeared.  She had poured a rubber mask
out of the plaster mask!  It covered everything and the only thing that
seemed to me was my eyes.  The rest of the face was covered with the mask
that was skin colored and looked extremely realistic.  They had put makeup
on.  Where my normal lips, under the mask, were hidden, was now a couple of
other, painted red.  Over the mask on my head, was a black wig with a
semi-long hair in the page that covered the joints in the mask.  And no one
could see that under the mask were my real lips for they were hidden in the
rubber.  When I was open my mouth in the mask it looked as if it were my
own lips.  They had transformed me totally and nobody could recognize me.
No-one.
        "Now that you've admired yourself for a while, it's time for a
ride. I want to show you my most recent purchase, but it was too big to get
it into the car.  So we go there instead!  " Nina chirped happily and both
she and Sara began to put on shoes and Nina took her purse where her car
keys were.       Sara opened the door and I had to walk between her and
Nina to the car.       "The back seat for you," Nina said, and opened the
door and shoved me in.  I strapped the seat belt on and felt I could hardly
breathe in the tight corset, which was concealed under the blouse.  Nina
sat down on the driver's seat and next to Sara.  Then we went by.       "We
will now go to town," Nina said.  It was half an hour's drive away from our
little safe residential neighborhood.  I wondered for a long time where we
were going.  There, Nina and Sara sat and chatted happily while I sat
quietly in the back seat.  The mask felt sweaty but I didn't touch it. 
Then I'd be thrown out on the street.  And that was the last thing I
wanted.      The farther we went, the denser the traffic became.  Soon we
were sitting in queues of cars on both sides of us.  Some people looked at
me but nobody seemed to react.  And no one could recognize me.  Apartment
buildings grew around us and soon we were in the city.  Out there strolled
the free people on the sidewalks and pedestrian areas.  The cafés were
filled with people while I was trapped in a car behind a mask.       Nina
continued through town to a newly built area of luxury apartments.  The
houses were tall and the glass facades gleaming in the sun.  First off, she
stopped the car.       "Welcome to our new home, Stefan," Nina said, and I
stared at the house, itscared the wits out of me that were certainly closer
to 20 storeys high.  But I didn't answer.  Just mumbled.       "I knew you
would like it.  Shall we go in and watch?" Nina asked and smiled at me. 
Sara laughed.       "And I'll come and visit often," my ex-girlfriend said.
   Nina stopped the car and got out and opened my door, because she
apparently set the child lock on it.  Sara waited and then we went off
toward the main entrance.       "Try to behave yourself, Steffie, and
everything will be fine.  I understand that you are excited and curious
about what I bought," Nina said, and took my hand and pulled me away to the
house.  When we arrived there was a reception desk straight ahead over the
marble floor.  A young man was standing there smiling at us. 
     "Welcome, Miss Lager," the man greeted and Nina smiled back. 
     "Thank you.  I just want to show the apartment for my girlfriend and
my niece" Nina said, and the man smiled and looked at Sara and then at me.
     "What a sweet girl.  So small but so nice with makeup and dress", he
said.  I wanted to yell at him, but dared not, and Nina took me away to the
elevators.       "It will be fun to show you our new home," Nina said, and
patted me on the head as if I was a little girl.  I played her hand off but
she just laughed and held my other hand harder as I screamed.       "Shut
up so me and Sara don't have to be ashamed of you," Nina hissed as she
pulled me into the elevator and the doors were closed.  At the signal on
level 20, we stepped out and walked out into a long correspondence
corridor. I stumbled forward into my shoes when we went to what seemed to
be a corner apartment.  Nina took up a key card and pressed it into a
reader.  As the door opened and we stepped directly into a magnificent
living room.  So far, empty of furniture but I assumed it would be acquired
as such in the future.       "What do you say.  Sure it is nice.  And I own
it," Nina said, laughing while we were walking around in what was to become
my new prison eventually when we are married in less than a week.       "An
estate agent will come and have a look at the house tonight so we want to
get rid of it as quickly as possible," Nina said while I looked at the view
from one of the huge windows.  It was possible to see over the city from
here.  Sara almost ran around in the different rooms and was amazed at our
new accommodation.       "Here I will show up frequently," Sara noted when
she looked into the kitchen, which was separated by a wall from the living
room.  I walked around on the marble floor in the living room and then the
wooden flooring in the rest of the apartment's rooms.  There was a large
bedroom and two slightly smaller and I suddenly discovered myself with
consideration also on which room I would have.  Not us, not me, and Nina,
but probably I should get my own room.  And I was right.  Nina came up
behind me and put her arms around me when I looked into one of the smaller
rooms.       "This is where you will sleep.  It is virgin chamber.  Sure,
it will be good," Nina whispered and kissed my mask on the cheek.  Her lips
were so close but yet there was something in between.       "I thought we
would sleep in the same room when we got married," I said, and almost felt
ashamed of having asked the question.  She laughed.       "I understand you
but it won't be so.  You'll sleep of course in your own room now and I
don't want someone who wets the bed every night.  "      "But if I have a
diaper then," I said and regretted it immediately.  I was ashamed.  How
humiliating to even suggest it, I thought, and knew how the anger grew
inside.       "We are only married on paper," Nina said, and released me.
Then she went away and talked and joked with Sarah and I stood and looked
into the empty room.  Yet there was no furniture here, but I could guess
what would be here when we moved into the apartment.  And that I didn't
like.  But I had no choice.  Only married on paper?  What did she mean by
that?       When we returned to the car an hour later we went home again, I
said nothing, because I didn't have anything to say.  What happened was
somehow suddenly very apparent.  Very true.  Here I sat in the back seat
and looked like a girl with a diaper and dress in diaper pants.  In the
front seat were Nina and Sara, as two adults with a child as a companion.
What had she done with me.  And why?  She had taken out this revenge on me
for a week at the beginning of my summer vacation.  But now everything felt
even worse.  Was this also revenge or was it the realization of any sick
fantasy that my cousin had for a long time?  I didn't know and would
probably not get any sensible response to it.  With papers signed, the
situation was real.  Nina had it under full control.  I could only follow.
        In the car I fell asleep and when we got home Nina had dropped Sara
on the way.  It was me and my cousin now.  Nina woke me when she opened my
door and pulled me out of the car.       "Home again.  Now it is diaper
check and then bed time for you.  I have a lot to do before the estate
agent will arrive," Nina said.  I was dragged up the stairs and into my
bedroom, where Nina took my clothes off, pulled off my mask and everything
eased.  The diaper was luckily dry so she didn't need to change it but the
diaper pants were put back on.  Then she lifted me down in bed and locked
the roof, after which she took care of all the clothes and mask and went
out through my door.
        And there I lay, waiting for the agent to come and help sell the
house that now Nina was the owner of.
  
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