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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!
   If you love it, enjoy!
   I, Mariette Sadine, own this story with its copyright (c).  Please don't
copy or publish it anywhere else without my permission.
   If you love or hate my stories, please email me at
mariettesadine@gmail.com and tell me what you think.  Or if you have
anything else to say.  I love to get emails but without sexual suggestions
if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
   If you want to be kind to me, send some similar stories to me or
pictures and illustrations showing the things inside my stories.
   Love you!
   Mariette
  
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   Chapter 5
   I must have fallen asleep to because I was awakened when Nina entered
the bedroom and unlocked the roof to the bed.       "Stefan, now it's time
to wake up.  In a moment the agent will arrive and prior to that, you must
be dressed and ready to go," Nina said, lifting me up out of bed and
stuffed a hand in the diaper.       "You've peed in your diaper yourself
again.  I have to change," she said and lifted me on the changing table,
where she unlocked my diaper pants and pulled my diaper off.       I
thought about what she said.       "What do you mean?  I want to be here
when the real estate agent arrives," I said.  Nina shook her head and put
on a dry diaper.       "No, I can manage myself.  You should just make a
fool of yourself, I'm sure you understand that," Nina said, and I opened my
mouth to protest but she pressed the soother in, and strapped it.  Then she
pulled the diaper pants back on again and locked them.       "A babysitter
you met before will pick you up shortly, so you must be ready," Nina said,
and took my hands as she pulled on my mittens.  Then she took something
that looked like a full pajamas and tucked my legs and arms in and buttoned
at the back.  A similar dress to the romper but a bit more childish with
small bears printed on it.  I struggled and protested under the soother but
to no avail.  Nina planned to sell the house without me even being here. 
So terrible.  Tears ran down my cheeks when Nina carried me down to the
lower floor and put me down on the floor while she packed a bag with
powdered infant formula, bottle and a few extra diapers.       "Great.  Now
you are finished.  Now we just ..." so she stopped and listened. 
     "Yep! Now it's time to go, Stefan," Nina said, lifting me off the
floor and took the bag over her shoulder.  A car drove up the driveway and
a car door opened and closed.  Soon the doorbell rang and I waited in
horror for what was about to happen.  Sara had probably no car?  Neither
had Beppo, and they had probably not any driving licenses yet?  I thought
about that until Nina opened the door and stood in front of a muscular
woman who looked more like a man whom I had met earlier.  It was Marianne,
Sarah's older sister who was a lesbian.  I shouted desperately in the
pacifier and tried to get out of Nina's grip but it didn't work.  Instead,
Marianne took over.  She grabbed me and almost pulled me out of Nina's
arms.      "Really nice that you wanted to help me.  I don't want any kids
here when the estate agent will come," Nina said, and gave the bag to
Marianne.  The woman was as big as Nina, but had a more masculine body. 
Her hair was short cut and she smelled of snuff and cigarettes.       "No
problem.  It worked out well when I took care of him last time and I am
happy to help again!" Marianne said, before the door closed behind us and I
was alone with the memories of what Marianne did with me last time. 
Pictures of a dildo that I had to suck showed up, like a rape.  She was
nasty and I was helpless and scared.       " It's you and me now, Stefan,"
Marianne said when she went over to her minivan and opened the passenger
door.  There she put me and buckled my seat belt on.
        While she started the car and backed out, I looked at the house
which would soon be sold.  The house that I grew up in and my parents
wanted me to inherit, but which now belonged to my cousin.  A tear ran down
my cheek.  The car's dark, I saw Marianne smiling.  It was an evil grin. 
No friendly smile.       "How fun that you wanted me to baby-sit
overnight," Marianne said, when she quickly drove down our street and on
the main street.  I could not answer with the pacifier in my mouth.  I
hadn't asked her to babysit me!       "Nina called and said you have asked
me to babysit and of course I want to take care of you again.  We have not
seen each other for a while now," she said, laughing.  I struggled in the
tight pajamas.  The diaper pants felt uncomfortable, but it was impossible
to do anything about it with my hands in the mittens and pajamas outside. I
suffered in silence.       Fifteen minutes later, Marianne turned up in the
parking lot outside the apartment building where she lived.  Just hope no
one sees me, I thought when she opened my door and lifted me out.  A strong
hand held me under the butt and the other held the bag and then she carried
me across the parking lot off to the door.  Nobody seemed to see us.  It
was quiet and rather empty, but further away I could hear cars and
somewhere there was a playground where children were playing in the
twilight.       "Now we're home," Marianne said when she unlocked the door
to the apartment and we stepped inside.  She let me down on the floor and
locked the door again with a key.  I was unable to flee.  The question was
on the other hand how I was going to flee and where to?  Marianne bent down
and undid the soother in my mouth.       "You need to talk.  It's almost
time to eat a bit and then we can play for a while," she said and stopped
the key in the pocket of her black leather pants.
        She took the bag and carried it away to the sink in the kitchen. 
Where she packed up the baby bottle and gruel powder.  She blended the
powder into water, shook and put into the bottle in the microwave oven. 
Then it took just a few seconds before it was finished.       "Stefan, the
food is ready.  Come here," Marianne said, and attracted to me as if I were
a cat.  I tried to get up in the pajamas, but fell over when I discovered
that it was too small to stand up in, so I had to crawl to her in the
kitchen.  She sat on a chair and clapped at her strong thighs.       "Come
and sit down and eat," she said and lifted me up and put me on her lap. 
Then she took the bottle to my mouth and I began to suck.  It felt terrible
but I had no real choice.       "What a good boy you have become.  And so
obedient.  This was not like when you protested against everything we did
with you," Marianne said, and stroked my cheek while I drank up the last of
the content.  When I was finished she grabbed it and put it on the kitchen
table.
        "So you should marry Nina," Marianne said, when she carried me away
to the sofa in the living room where she sat with me on her knee.       "
she has forced me," I replied.       "No one can properly compel a man to
marry?  Or maybe you're not so much man?" Marianne said, laughing.  I tried
to turn away from her grip, but her arms were too strong.  Auto mechanic
that she was, there were muscles.       "But you're not exactly a man.  Or
are you?  " she thought, and pressed my diaper pants.       "They're
locked. We'll just take them off and consider how much man you are," she
said and stood up and put me down on the couch.  Marianne disappeared off
into the kitchen, looked in the bag and retrieved the key to my diaper
pants.       "Let's see," she said, holding up the key as a kind of trophy.
     "What are you doing?" I asked but received no reply.  Instead, she
came over to the couch, grabbed me and turned around so that I came to lie
on my stomach.  She opened my pajamas on my back and then pulled it off so
that I came to lie naked in just diaper pants on the couch.       "I hope
for your sake that you are dry," she said, and unlocked the clasp on the
diaper pants.  Then she pulled them and threw them on the floor beneath the
couch.  A hand was pressed into the diaper, and she seemed pleased. 
     "Dry.  Good.  Then we'll take it off," she said and pulled off my
diaper.  And suddenly I was naked and vulnerable on the couch.       "Stand
up on the floor," she ordered me, and I dared nothing but to obey.  Now I
was embarrassed enough in all cases, over being forced to stand naked in
front of my ex-girlfriend's older sister.  I covered my penis with the
mittens but she removed them.       "You have nothing to show up anyway so
remove your hands," she hissed, and then looked at me between the legs. 
     "It's so small.  No wonder that Nina would like to put a diaper on you
", Marianne said, smiling.       "I have a diaper because I peed in the bed
at night.  Not for any other reason ", I argued, but Marianne pretended to
ignore what I said.       "Can it grow bigger?" She thought, and grabbed my
dick with her dirty fingers.  It grew in her grip.  It was a long time
since anyone at all had touched me there I had not had any orgasm in
several weeks.  First week of captivity, and then weeks of grief when I
don't even think about sex.  Now I stood in front of Marianne and my penis
grew bigger between her fingers.       "Wow.  How much can the little one
grow," she wondered, and began slowly massaging it.  Back and forth. 
     I finally started to feel like a man when she suddenly stopped and let
it go.       "And you thought I would jerk you off?  Forget it.  Nina can
do things with you but I don't think she wants to.  There are other ways to
empty your balls in," she said.       "Please, don't stop, it was nice.  It
was so long ago, I asked, but received a slap in the face.       "Small
babies should not jerk off," she said simply and grinned when she saw my
dick slackened again and shrunk.       "But it is possible to fix anyway.
It's not good to let the semen remain too long in the scrotum.  If you obey
me now I'll help you.  All right?" she said, her facial expression changed
to a friendly and helpful one.  I had never seen her like that before.  So
I nodded.       "Good.  Get down on all fours on the floor here, I will be
back shortly," she said and I obeyed her, in the hope that she would make
it nice for me.  The last time I masturbated was the day before Nina came
to me to baby-sit.  There were a number of weeks ago now ...
        Marianne disappeared off to the bathroom and soon came back with a
rubber glove and a jar with something that probably was Vaseline or
lubricant.  No good, I thought and closed my eyes as I heard her put on her
gloves and opened the jar.  Then she sat down on the couch so that I came
to stand with the butt against her and suddenly she pressed a finger in me.
I whimpered when her finger filled me up.       "Keep quiet just now,
otherwise I quit," she said while she looked out for a point inside and
started massaging it.  I kept my mouth shut and soften the longer she was
doing.  It felt strange and good at the same time.       "This is going to
empty your purse but you will not have an orgasm.  It's called milking,"
Marianne said while she continued her massage.  I stood for a long time on
all fours with my ass in the air while Marianne had her finger in and out
and around until I felt how it began to flow slightly through my penis and
it felt like I peed.  Though it was not the pee that ran out.  There was
semen.  Anything that is normally associated with a wonderful orgasm.  Now
it seemed nothing more than warm liquid running out of me.       "Good boy.
See where it flows," Marianne said while she let the whites drip into her
other hand to the last drop.  Then she pulled out her finger out of me and
took off her glove.       "There you go.  It worked great.  Sure it was
nice?  " she asked and I shook my head.       "I felt nothing." I was still
excited but it didn't help.  Semen had flowed out of me without even the
penis becoming hard.  Unbelievable.       "Turn around and sit on his knees
in front of me," Marianne said and I did as she ordered.       "Close your
eyes," she said and I obeyed curiously.  Then, too late, I realized was
that was going to happen but when Marianne had already pressed her big hand
over my mouth and forced the semen between my lips.       "Swallow," she
said, holding her left hand so that I could not spit out my own semen.  I
swallowed the sticky fluid, which was still warm.       "Good huh?  A
little dessert after the gruel is never wrong?" she laughed as she removed
her hand and wiped it over my face.  The musty smell of semen filled my
nostrils and the taste stayed in my mouth.  And I was still horny, even
though I had come.  The only problem was that there was no orgasm for real.
She had just drained me.
        "Now we will put on the diaper and sleep a bit, I think," Marianne
said, and told me to get up on the couch where she put on a new diaper and
then the pajamas.  The diaper pants she put away for now.       "Lie down
in Marianne's lap and close your eyes while I watch TV," she said and took
the pacifier from her pocket.  She stuffed it into my mouth and strapped
behind the neck.  Then she pulled me down so I came to lie on my back with
my head on her leather-clad thighs.  From the TV could be heard replies
from a movie but I could not see what it was, because she put her hand over
my eyes.       "Sleep now.  This is only for adults," she whispered and
laughed.  I lay helpless in her lap while my stomach started to make a
noise.  At first I suspected that Nina has put a laxative agent in the
gruel, but then realized that I have not done anything since this morning.
My stomach must be full.       "Bmmmffhfhh" I tried, but Marianne seemed
most interested in the movie.       "Quiet and asleep.  I watch TV now,
Stefan," she said simply, and pressed her hand harder on my eyes.  I heard
how she pulled down the pull-chain on the fly on her leather pants.  Then
she moaned slightly and I realized she caressed herself.  The scent of a
woman reached my nose.  And it began to make more noise in the stomach.  I
had to poop.  Could not keep it in anymore.       "Jgmmmmffhhshhhsj," I
shouted through the pacifier.  Marianne seemed to become irritated. 
     "Shut up," she said simply, and moved her hand from my eyes to my
mouth and blocked it so that I could not make a sound.  So she continued to
fondle herself while I felt I could no longer resist any but groaned under
the teat, and while the poop came out in my diaper, Marianne pressed her
hand harder on my mouth while she stroked more and more intense.  I felt
her hand moved behind my head and soon came a stifled scream as the orgasm
flowed through her body.  While I lay there on the sofa with a dirty
diaper.
        Marianne took her hand away from my face and beat me easily on the
cheek.  It stung and I could not help but roar in pain.       "You must not
disturb me when I want it good, right?" She hissed and wiped her wet
fingers over my face.  I nodded silently and didn't dare say anything about
the pooh.  Instead, I sucked on the teat and turned a blind eye while
Marianne continued to watch the movie.  Soon I felt how sleep came slowly,
but just before I was about to fall asleep in her lap she hit me across the
face again.  I woke up and looked up at her.  His eyes flashed.        "It
smells here.  Did you shit your diaper?" she asked and I nodded
reluctantly, as a tear found its way out.       "Gross.  But that needs
changing so I don't have to feel the stench of it.  Good thing you were not
at home with Nina now so that she was ashamed of you when the estate agent
is there," she said and stood up.       "Come with me into the bathroom,"
she said and pulled me up from the couch and away over the floor to the
bathroom.  Marianne put me in the bathtub and pulled down the smelly diaper
which she let fall straight down on the bathtub floor.  Then she took the
pacifier out of my mouth.       "Hold it there while I'm doing things in
order here," she muttered as she took out a pair of rubber gloves from the
bathroom cabinet.
        I stood still and looked at her, while the smell from the diaper
stood up in my nose.  Broad bent I waited for her to wash me clean and
replace the diaper.       Marianne leaned forward and took the diaper from
the bathtub and laid it on the floor below.       "Do you remember that the
diaper was clean, another time I took it off?  It was the week with Nina.
Now it is not clean.  Get down on your knees so I can wash you clean," she
said.  I remembered the time she took off my diaper and pushed it over my
face.  Luckily, the diaper had been dry at that time.  Now I went down on
my knees on the cold tub and waited for Marianne to wash me clean. 
     So, I saw how she bent down and picked up the poop diaper.  Stools had
been smeared out across the padding.  I looked with disgust at the diaper
Marianne suddenly brought closer to me and then all was dark when it was
pressed over my face.  I screamed but no sound came out and panic grew. 
She strapped it behind my head while she bolted to the crane and began to
wash my butt clean.  I cried and cried of humiliation and disgust, and was
about to vomit when I breathed in the smell.  Some ended up in the mouth
when I desperately tried to breathe with both mouth and nose.  Marianne
continued to flush the water over my butt and washed it clean while I was
crying and struggling for breath in the diaper that was tied over my face.
Everything was a long night of poop.  Just when I was about to lose all
air, she took the diaper away from my face and flushed it clean with the
shower nozzle.       "I hope that you learned not to poop on yourself.  You
are 18 years old now and are supposed to marry Nina soon," she said and
then pulled me up from the bathtub.  The tears didn't appear when mixed
with water that ran down my face.  But I still sobbed.       "Sissy. 
You're a little baby ", Marianne said before she took out a towel and dried
me.       "Now on with the diaper.  And try to stay dry this time." I just
nodded and let her fix a new diaper on me and then she pulled on my
pajamas.       I felt fresh after the shower when Marianne led me out of
the bathroom after brushing my teeth clean and I have been rinsing the
mouth of the old sperm and my own poop.       "Time to get some sleep now.
Nina will pick you up early tomorrow morning.  What happens in the diaper
now she will fix.  So the longer you stay dry, the less disgusting it
becomes for you," she said as she led me into the bedroom and placed me on
her bed.  Where she stopped the teat in and strapped on and kissed my
forehead.  Then she turned off the light and left the room.  I heard how
she was doing something in the kitchen and then stepped out into the living
room and later she sat down on the couch.  I could still smell the pooh in
the dark when I was thinking about what Nina had done right now.  How she
walked around the house that had once been my parents, and how she planned
to move to the apartment she bought with my money.  All while I was in
Marianne's bed as a baby and waiting for Nina to come and pick me up when
the morning dawned.  I soon greeted the Sandman and I fell asleep with the
pacifier safely nestled between my lips.  Soon I would be a married man,
but I had an eye on how things should be done and knew not where or when
the wedding would be taking place.
        It was still night when I was awakened by someone who was beside me
in bed.  I turned and saw Marianne lay with her head on the pillow and
looked up at the ceiling.  Her eyes shone.  She lay under the covers,
breathing heavily and I knew she caressed herself when there and she seemed
to enjoy it.  Then she suddenly turned her head and met my gaze.  Right
away she stopped her movements.       "A baby is normally sleeping at this
time of day.  But now that you are awake, you can be used," she whispered
and pulled off her blanket.       "Lie on your back," she ordered and I
obeyed.  Had I refused, she would force me and I could not manage it, newly
awake that I was.  In the darkness she kicked away the covers.  I saw her
body, the hard muscles that stretched as she sat up in bed.  How she was
straddling me, naked and curled up against my face.  Then I saw her shaved
sex in the gloom and how everything got dark as she sat on me.  Suddenly, I
wondered if Nina would be like this.  That I satisfied someone else.  But
Nina and I had not had sex.  Perhaps she was not even interested in me, but
married me just for money and to ridicule me ...       "Lick," she hissed
and started to ride my face, while her juices flowed into my mouth and nose
and down on the pillow.  I had to search with my tongue after her wet pussy
and licked her and stuck it while hearing Marianne's muffled moaning above
me.  She rode faster and more intense and soon I felt her exploding in an
orgasm that flooded over me and she got up from me and lay down in bed. 
     "Was it good for you too?" She asked, giggling.  I got back my normal
breathing but didn't answer.  So she hit me over my wet face.       "Answer
then," she hissed, and I nodded.       "Yes, Marianne," I whispered and
felt helpless and exhausted.       She was silent for a moment and breathed
before she looked at me.       "Maybe you also want to have a nice time?"
She said, getting up from bed.       "It is not necessary," I replied,
fearing what was about to happen.  I didn't want to be utilized any more by
her.  But of course she was not listening.  Instead, she walked over to her
wardrobe.  I turned and looked when Marianne was back and stood at the foot
of the bed.  In her hand she had a double dildo with buckle.  One part she
took in her pussy while the other, which was shaped like a penis,
lubricated with lubricant into her and pointed straight at me.  I didn't
believe it.  She was going to rape me.  Panic was growing inside me and I
decided to escape from the bed.  I didn't want to expose myself to this. 
Quickly I threw off my blanket, put down my bare feet against the cold
floor and stumbled out of the bedroom.  Marianne came after.  I ran as best
I could through the apartment and to the front door.       "You are not
going anywhere," I heard her voice hoarse and horny behind me but I pulled
the handle.  Then I remembered that she locked the door with a key.  I
turned just in time to meet with a slap across the face so I fell to the
floor.       "Come here now," she hissed, grabbed one of my mitten covered
hands and pulled me up off the floor.  Maybe she was aroused by this ... 
     "No, let me go!" I screamed so loud I could, but she slammed a big
hand over my mouth from behind and began dragging me back towards the
bedroom.  I tried to remove her hand but with the mittens, it was not
possible.  When I kicked her on the lower legs, she released me. 
     "Fucking bitch.  Come on now," she hissed, and I screamed again, but
once she grabbed hold of me and silenced me.  Marianne lifted me up off the
floor and kicking and screaming, I was brought back in to the bedroom where
she threw me down on the bed.       "Stop," I shouted but she just laughed
and threw herself over me.       "Helpffmmmggghhh", and she pressed her
hand on me again while she lay on my back and pulled off my pants. 
     "Now, hold up.  Otherwise, it will get just harder for you," she
hissed as she tore off my pants and then the diaper while I desperately
screamed for help under her big hand, but no one heard me.          A
strong arm was put around my neck as she forced my legs apart and pressed
the dildo against my anus.            "Shut up now," she whispered in my
ear as she let the rubber-cock slowly push into me.       And no one heard
my muffled screams as she began to fuck me while she enjoyed the dildo that
was inside her and massaged her pussy every time she bumped into me.  I
groaned into her palm each time the rubber dick blew in and the tears ran
down her hand, while I stared into the wall in front of me.       "Hush
now, or else you'll wake up the neighbors," she said while I moaned and
screamed and cried when she raped me.  It felt like an eternity of horror.
As long as she pumped her strap on in and out of me and I could hear her
panting spirit and groans when her head was just above mine.       "I bang
you as I like to fuck my girlfriends," she moaned in my ear," because
you're a girl.  Look at this as your bachelor party.  For it is the only
bachelor party you will get," she whispered, and I groaned in pain and hard
humiliation.  Suddenly, I felt it was running slightly out of my penis and
soon Marianne exploded in yet another orgasm, while I moaned and cried in
her palm.  She let me go and pulled out her strap on, and laughed. 
     "Now my bitch, it's time to sleep," she groaned and quickly put my
diaper on and then the diaper pants she had gotten from the living room. 
Over them she pulled on my pajamas pants so that I looked like I did when
she picked me up at home.  The pacifier was pressed back in, and I was
helpless again.  While I was crying myself to sleep Marianne went and
washed herself and smoked a cigarette.  I was falling asleep, without
having had an orgasm.  And suddenly I longed for Nina and the security she
still gave me.  
  
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