Nurse to Nursery: The Escape [COMMISSION]

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, forced drug use, kidnapping, spanking, humiliation, nudity, strong language, and other ABDL themes. This is the third installment of the Nurse to Nursery series and is a bit darker than my usual content, so I hope you enjoy it!

Commissioned By: TedBlair5

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“How could you be so stupid?!” shouted Vicki, staring at her husband lying in bed through the bathroom mirror as she began to brush her teeth.

Michael rolled his eyes and continued to scroll on his phone. He responded, “Vicki, you need to calm down. It’s not that big a deal.”

Vicki ripped the toothbrush out of her mouth. “You used all da novocaine on dat bwat!” she slurred, holding in a mouthful of toothpaste. She shoved the brush back into her mouth as Michael once again texted his supplier, who had been ghosting him all day.

Michael shut his phone off and rolled over. He closed his eyes and savored the moment, knowing he only had about a minute before Vicki finished brushing and would be back at it again.

Unfortunately, he was right. Vicki quickly finished brushing her teeth, eager to resume her verbal tirade. “A permanent lisp doesn’t come easy, Michael! Everything was going perfect until you fucked it all up! In a week, it’ll be back square one with Phyl, and that’s on you!”

Pinching his eyes shut, Michael prepared himself for more of Vicki’s loveliness, when suddenly...

*CRACKLE*

“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Michael, as he scooted over to the far side of the bed.

His sudden outburst caught Vicki completely off guard. She marched over with a stare that could put the fear of God in someone. “What did you just fucking say to-”

“Shhhhhh!” Michael cut off Vicki as he turned up the volume of the baby monitor. He leaned his ear in, while looking back at Vicki and waving her to come close. Together they listened to hear every word they could, but the fact that Phyl and Jenna were whispering, along with the scratchy audio frequency made it hard to pick up more than a few words at a time.

“...wait for Michael to... she’s alone…”

“...could use da tran…injec-ta her wit…”

“Good ide...outta here in no…”

Vicki reached over and turned the volume back down. “I think I’ve heard enough,” she said, sounding very unamused. Her rage with Michael was now fueling her ever-building hatred towards Jenna.

Michael stood up and marched towards the door, “I’ll deal with this.”

“Stop,” said Vicki, her calm, icy voice sending chills down Michael’s back. The gears in her brain began to churn. “I have a better idea. Phyl needs to can’t just be told escape is impossible, she needs to see it for herself. I don’t just want to stamp out this rebellion. I want it to be a humiliating defeat.”

Taking a step back, Michael was slightly terrified by how serious and venomous Vicki sounded. These weren’t the words of a caring mother, but of someone looking for revenge. He didn’t really want to challenge her, but what if one of the girls actually did manage to escape? “Vicki, please just let me deal with this. You’re upset about the novocaine. We’ll figure out a way to get more-”

*SMACK!*

Michael reeled from Vicki’s hit as she backed him into the wall. “Shut up, Michael. That’s right, it’s my turn to tell you to shut the fuck up,” she said, her refusal to raise her voice only further worrying Michael. “This is no longer a democracy. I. Want. Jenna. Gone.”

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“Open wide for the yum yum train!”

Vicki had finished scraping the side of Phyl’s bowl and was prompting her with the final bite. Phyl obediently leaned forward and took the bite with no complaints.

A week had passed since Jenna had first arrived and things were starting to mellow out around the house. The girls had decided to play along more and more each day to lure Vicki and Michael into a false sense of complacency; a plan that was working marvelously. Neither Phyl nor Jenna had received punishment of any sort in three days.

Vicki set the spoon inside of the empty bowl that was once filled with icky, green mush and took it to the sink, giving Phyl a kiss on the head as she left.

Phyl looked over at her compatriot who was only about halfway through her feeding with Michael, who was patiently waiting as Jenna worked down each bite. She may not have had the easiest time latching on to being a baby, but she was trying, which was enough for Vicki and Michael to ease off of her.

“Lift your chin, Philly,” said Vicki, returning with a damp paper towel to wipe away any traces of food from Phyl’s messy cheeks. “Now what do we say, Phyl,” said Vicki, in a kind, but still a tad aggressive tone.

Phyl’s cheeks turned pink as she swallowed her pride, “Thank you, Mommy.” The “Mommy” part always seemed to get extra brownie points, so Phyl had taken to using it regularly.

Vicki smiled, doing her best to hide her dissatisfaction in Phyl’s diction, which was slowly getting better with each passing day until now becoming virtually non-existent. She shot a nasty glare over at Michael, before returning to her cheery smile for Phyl as she removed her tray and helped her down. “Alright, Phylly, Mommy’s got some housekeeping to do, and it looks like your silly little sis is gonna be a while again. Why don’t you run off to the nursery and go play?”

Nodding her head, Phyl scampered off down the hallway. As she exited the kitchen, she looked back at Jenna, who gave her a wink as she took her time chewing on the soft mush.

For the past week, Phyl and Jenna’s good behavior had paid off. Vicki and Michael were getting lenient, allowing for them to go off on their own with the knowledge they’d be unable to escape through the padlocked doors even if they tried.

This was the third time in four days that Jenna has intentionally eaten as slowly as possible, making sure to give Phyl at least 10 minutes to search the house each time. Phyl was on a mission. She needed to find where Vicki kept the tranquilizers so that the next time the girls had Vicki alone, they’d be able to pounce. And today was her most dangerous mission yet.

After avoiding it the first two times, Phyl had no choice but to venture into Vicki and Michael’s bedroom. Getting caught in here would be much harder to explain than in the previous places Phyl had looked, so she knew she had no time to dilly dally. Her first five minutes of searching proved unfruitful. Starting in the master bathroom and making her way throughout the bedroom and private bathroom’s various drawers and closets, not finding a single clue as to where the syringes might be hiding.

Moving over to Vicki’s side of the bed, Phyl was just about ready to give up on this room, when she found a lockbox under the foot of Vicki’s bed. She pulled out the box. It was made of a clear blue plastic, advertising its contents for all to see. And its contents were of grave importance, as this lockbox contained the tranquilizers.

Phyl excitedly went to unlatch the box, discovering a final roadblock in her way: a small combination lock like you’d see on a school locker. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. One pull at the lock was enough to confirm that she wouldn’t be able to break in. She leaned her ear in close and turned the tumbler, seeing if she could hear it click when it was on the right number like it does in the movies. Unfortunately, her untrained ears would never be able to pick up a sound that faint.

“So you have it?”

Phyl suddenly heard Vicki’s voice moving down the hallway towards the bedroom. No time to think. She needed to hide now. She held the lockbox close to her chest and slid herself under the bed, her doughy stomach just thin enough to squeeze between the bed and the floor.

The door opened and Phyl watched as Vicki’s feet entered the bedroom and walked over to the bed, sitting down on its edge. “That’s great! I’d say a three months supply would be perfect. You’re a lifesaver! It was set to be a hard month for Dr. Mitchell without any novocaine” said Vicki, who had no idea Phyl was only two feet below her and was cringing at her every word.

Phyl was so happy that Vicki had stopped with the novocaine doses. She thought Vicki was just being kind, but now she knew for a fact that the bitch had just run out of supplies that she probably stole from Phyl’s place of work...well...former place of work.

“A credit card? Sure, ummm...I’ll need to go find it,” said Vicki, as she stood up from the bed and started moving towards the door. Unexplainably, she stopped in place and turned back around, facing the bed once more. “Um, before you ring that up, can you hold on just a second?”

Phyl took a deep breath and held it in as she saw Vicki get down on her knees and reach under the bed for precisely where the lockbox was. Slowly, Phyl uncurled her arms from the box and pushed it towards Vicki’s searching hand. Fortunately, the timing worked out perfectly, as Vicki reached further back, slapping her hand down on the box mere inches from Phyl’s fingertips.

Pulling the box towards her, Vicki leaned down and spun the combination lock, while Phyl watched intensely.

Left...07...right...05...left again...21.

*CLICK*

Vicki pulled on the lock with little force, popping it open. She then opened the lockbox and started counting. Once she finished, she placed her phone back against her ear and said, “Do you also happen to have pentobarbital sodium? … Fantastic! I’ll take 5 1000ml bottles.” She quickly closed and locked the box and slid it under the bed before bolting out the door, screaming, “Michael! Where’s the goddamn credit card?!”

Phyl waited a few seconds and then inched herself forward until she was at the lockbox. She held it in her hands, looking at the no longer intimidating padlock. In her head, she repeated the combination, “07-05-21. 07-05-2…”

That’s when it suddenly hit her. Those numbers didn’t represent just anything. It was a while back now, but there’s no way Phyl could ever forget July 5th, 2021, the day Vicki and Michael kidnapped her.

Choking back tears, Phyl entered the combination, feeling even more determined to escape.

*CLICK*

The lock opened. Phyl smiled widely. “Not such a helpless little baby anymore, am I?”

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“Goddamn it! How could you forget something so fucking important? You’re a fucking imbecile!”

“Sorrrrrrrrry that the world doesn’t fucking revolve around Vicki. I bow to you, oh great one!”

“Fuck you, Michael!”

“Do you see a little pink jacket anywhere?” asked Jenna, as she held a nude doll in her hand and dug through a small pill of miniature clothing. Phyl looked down at all of the dolly clothing scattered around her. She was much less organized.

Neither of the girls paid any attention to Vicki and Michael as they fought. The context of their fight didn’t matter.

Phyl grinned as she held up a felt, pink skirt that was the perfect size for Jenna’s dolly. “Here ya go!” she said, handing it off to her pseudo-sister.

Jenna graciously accepted it, placing it around her dollies legs and pulling it up to her waist. “Did you get the tranquilizer?” she asked in a hushed voice, never once taking her eyes off the doll.

“Yep,” was all Phyl said in response, as she picked up a stuffed monkey with a zipper pouch in its tummy and set it down between her and Jenna. Neither need say more. The plan was in place. All that was left was to execute it.

“I’ve had it, Vicki! I fucking had it! I’m going to the fucking gym!”

“Ah! Textbook Michael! Can’t stand here and take it like a man, huh?!”

*DOOR SLAM!!!*

The girls grinned as Vicki could be heard stomping through the house until she arrived at the nursery. “Hello, my little cinnamon rolls!” she said cheerfully, as if the screaming match that was within earshot for anyone in a two-mile radius never even happened, “You cuties sure look like you're having fun with your dolls! Is there one for Mommy to join in with?”

The two girls looked at each other before Phyl turned her head and smiled with blissful glee, picking up a nearby doll and toddling over to Vicki.

Vicki held out her hand and accepted the doll, her smile illuminating the room, “So pretty! I think that deserves a special hug from Mommy!” She opened her arms and gazed longingly at Phyl.

If Phyl wasn’t mistaken, she thought she could see a small tear in the corner of Vicki’s eye. It saddened her to remember that behind this terrifyingly psychotic woman was someone truly hurting for the child she lost. Still, no amount of teary eyes and kind words would ever get Phyl to truly love someone who not only kidnapped her, but would spend this much time, effort, and resources to make her the replacement baby.

Knowing she had little choice, Phyl inched forward and embraced Vicki. She slowly lowered her head to Vicki’s shoulder, further playing into the situation. Her captor squeezed tightly around her upper body, causing Phyl to clench her teeth, as the mad woman’s iron grip threatened to split her in two.

Little did Phyl know that the extra squeezing wasn’t a sign of Vicki’s affection. Across from the mother-daughter duo was Jenna, who sat silently and smirked. She stared directly into Vicki’s eyes, judging the desperate woman’s actions. And Vicki stared right back, squinting her eyes at the little troublemaker.

Jenna got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to Phyl and Vicki. Once at Phyl’s back, she joined in on the hug, allowing no time for Vicki to dispute. She wrapped her arms around Phyl’s stomach and squeezed hard.

“Jenna, what are yoOOOO!?!” moaned Phyl as her playmate pressed hard on her intestines. After weeks of having her bowels pushed to their breaking point with a steady diet of mushy baby food, laxatives, and formula, it didn’t take much to make her lose control. Moderate pressure from Jenna’s hands was all it took for her to expel this morning’s breakfast.

*SPLOOOOOOORRRRRT!*

Vicki grabbed Jenna’s arm and pushed her away from Phyl, but the damage was already done. Phyl was helpless to stop herself from filling her diaper right in Vicki’s lap. Jenna giggled and clapped her hands as she rolled on her back. She was clearly satisfied with her work.

“You little brat,” grumbled Vicki as she felt Phyl’s diaper sag across her legs, molding against them. She shivered, not enjoying the feeling of being shit on. Her facial expressions only egged on more jeering from Jenna.

As soon as Phyl finished her business, she leaned forward and allowed Vicki to climb out from under her. “Jenna! You...meanie!” she shouted, herling several stuffed animals in her chaotic fellow captive’s direction. She felt a little childish, but she was fuming after such a dirty trick.

“Sit on your hands, now!” screamed Vicki, silencing Jenna’s jubilant jittering. She quickly scooped Phyl into her arms, not flinching one bit as she cupped Phyl’s messy diaper in her hand. “I’ll be back to deal with you after I change your sister.” She turned around in a huff and marched Phyl over to the changing table. She does her best not to let her frustration get to her as she pulls out the supplies needed to extract Phyl from her putrid pamper.

Phyl looked up at the ceiling, staring at the small crack near its corner; a spot she’d gotten used to looking at for each change. It was better than looking at Vicki, that’s for sure. She may not have been aware of it, but the near-constant blush that she’d always flash during changes was fading more and more every day.

“Pssst...Phylly…” whispered Vicki, as she lifted Phyl up from her used diaper and began to wipe her muddy bottom, “I’m sorry about Jenna, sweetie. When I promised you a little sister to look after, this certainly isn’t what I had in mind either.” She placed a fresh new diaper under Phyl and lowered her onto it. She then lotioned and powdered in fantastic time. It was a routine the two of them had grown accustomed to.

Sitting Phyl up, Vicki, fluffed up Phyl’s hair, arranging it behind her ears, “We’ll do better next time, I promise.”

Phyl was a bit confused about what Vicki meant by her last statement, but she wouldn’t get the chance to ask her. Seconds after the words left her mouth, Vicki yelped in pain and backed away from the changing table. She turned to the side, allowing Phyl to see in full view an empty syringe lodged in her kidnapper’s buttocks.

Vicki’s legs began to buckle beneath her as she glared down at Jenna, who was now leaning upright against the changing table. She took a wobbly step forward and muttered out, “You...f-fucking...bitch…” With one final step, she went limp as a noodle and collapsed onto the floor.

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“This…*huff* is ridiculous…” said Phyl, as she tugged at Vicki’s jeans, trying to squeeze the waistband past her pillowy thighs. She was already having to deal with the medium-sized panties cutting into her butt cheeks, so it should’ve been no surprise that they weren’t exactly the same pant size. Still, anything was better than being trapped in a diaper. Admittedly though, after spending so much time in them, Phyl almost felt naked staying out of one for so long.

Meanwhile, Jenna was having the opposite problem. The petite girl was practically swimming in Vicki’s oversized clothes. She shuffled through several belts until she finally found one with a belt loop that would fit her waist, drawing it in as tightly as she could.

By the time the two girls were finished, they were the spitting image of children breaking into their parents’ room to try on their clothes. So mismatched and ill-fitting that it was almost harder to walk in them than in diapers.

As Jenna pulled up her second sock, she looked over at Phyl, feeling a bit guilty, “Hey, Phyl, sorry about making you poop yourself back there. It was the only thing I could think of to distract Vicki.”

“It’s okay,” said Phyl, placing her hand on Jenna’s shoulder and looking into a floor-length mirror at their laughable ensembles. “It needed to be done. And I could never stay mad at my lil’ sis!” She placed her hand on top of Jenna’s head, ruffling it up as she rotated her wrist.

“H-hey!” laughed Jenna, as she brushed down her hair and avoided the large giggle fit that her body instinctively wanted to do from such an infantile action. Instead, she composed herself, “No more playtime, Phyl. It’s time to be serious. We won’t ever get another shot at this. Not that we’ll need it, cuz we’re getting outta here!”

“Okay!” nodded Phyl, Jenna’s words giving her a much-needed confidence boost.

Together, the two girls left Vicki’s bedroom and rushed to the front door, finding it locked. “Do you think Vicki has the keys?” asked Phyl, helplessly looking at the large set of deadbolts and padlocks that lined the door frame.

“Nah,” said Jenna dejectedly, “I searched for them when we were in the nursery. She definitely hid them and we really don’t have time to look. Let’s see if there’s another way out.”

The girls went off in different directions, going room to room to check through all possible exit routes. But Vicki and Michael must’ve thought an uprising might occur eventually because they had bolts installed on all the windows.

After about fifteen minutes, Phyl was starting to lose hope. She went back into the nursery and looked down on Vicki’s seemingly lifeless body. It felt almost like a horror movie, knowing that she could pop up at any moment for a good jump scare. She despised how terrified she was of Vicki, even as she lay motionless before her.

“I hate you,” said Phyl, clenching her fists and talking slowly so as to overcome her lisp. Sure, Vicki wouldn’t hear anything she said, but there was catharsis in saying it to her anyway. “The state was right to take your baby away. You’re deranged, and I hope you and Michael rot in jail for the rest of your pathetic li-

“Phyl!” shouted Jenna as she ran into the nursery, “I found one! I found a window that opens!”

Instantly, Phyl’s angry scowl cleared up upon receiving the good news, “Really?!” she shouted, losing control over her still present speech impediment.

Jenna ran over and grabbed Phyl’s hands, practically leaping out of her clothes, “It’s in the bathroom! Let’s hurry!” She pulled Phyl’s arms towards the exit but was stopped by Phyl’s unwillingness to move. “What are you doing? Let’s go!”

Phyl looked back down at Vicki, squinting at her. She wanted one last bit of satisfaction before leaving. She walked over and stood over top of Vicki. “Goodbye, Vicki.” She leaned down and slapped her unflinching body across the face.

“Satisfied?” said Jenna, growing more impatient and annoyed by the second. “I swear to God, Phyl, if I have to pull you out by your ear, I will!”

One more. One more hit and I’ll be good! Phyl swooped down for one last, clean hit. Her palm flattened, ready to impact Vicki’s boney cheek.

Her hand would never reach its destination though. And Phyl would never reach the bathroom window. As her wrist came into range, Vicki’s hand popped up and latched onto Phyl’s wrist. “Little girls should never speak to their Mommies like that,” said Vicki in a stoic, clear voice. These weren’t the words of someone who’d been tranquilized. Something was very wrong.

“Phyl!” screamed Jenna, who was frozen in place, unsure of whether to help Phyl or make a break for it. Thankfully, it wasn’t a decision she’d have to make alone.

Phyl looked back at her, her eyes trained on Jenna’s. “Run!” she screamed. It didn’t matter if she escaped. As long as one of them got out of here, it would all be worth it.

A single tear fell down Jenna’s cheek as she nodded and ran off towards the bathroom. Vicki moved to get up, but Phyl persisted, clinging to Vicki’s shirt and refusing to let her stand. “This is over! Jenna’s gonna get out and tell everyone!”

Vicki stopped trying to get out from under Phyl’s plush body. She knew she’d never catch up to Jenna now, not that she’d need to. She leaned back and rolled over with Phyl in her arms, pinning the girl to the ground.

“So you think you’re a big girl again, huh? You even put on some of Mommy’s clothes. How cute,” cooed Vicki, who was seemingly unphased about the fact that Jenna was going to bring her house of cards crashing down. “However, I don’t think they’re exactly your size. There’s no room for a diapee at all.”

“S-shut up!” shouted Phyl, feeling some misplaced confidence after getting to slap her captor. Her words were poorly timed though, as Vicki was ready to return that slap. It was the first time she’d ever struck Phyl anywhere that wasn’t her butt, and Phyl was struggling not to burst into tears from only one hit. How did Vicki manage to hold perfectly still when she was slapping her?

Phyl wouldn’t have time to contemplate that thought for long, as Vicki had her picked up and over her lap in no time. Perched up on the changing table, Vicki placed Phyl’s panty-clad booty directly in front of her. She’d waited for this ever since she first got wind of their plans, and she wanted to make sure it would be a spanking Phyl would never forget.

*SMACK!*

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!” screamed Phyl. Vicki must’ve been holding back all this time...or maybe it was the lack of padding protecting her butt. Either way, she was already in tears after one hit, and only Vicki knew how many more were on the way.

Vicki hovered her hand over Phyl’s backside, feeling the heat emitting from her butt cheek after only one hit. “I’m surprised Phyl. I always knew you were a baby, but I didn’t know you were this naive.”

*SMACK!*

“You didn’t even question when I started letting you off on your own, giving you the chance to search the house.”

*SMACK!*

“And it still took you three days to find the most obvious place I could’ve hidden them.”

*SMACK!*

“That’s right, I knew you were after the tranquilizers.

*SMACK!*

“So I gave you what you wanted.”

*SMACK!*

“Or at least, something that looked like what you wanted.”

*SMACK!*

Vicki takes a deep breath, her hands shaking as her temper flared up with each spank. “You really think I didn’t hear you and your noisy diaper shuffling around under my bed?”

*SMACK!*

“Trying so hard to escape.”

*SMACK!*

“To escape from me!”

*SMACK!*

*From your mother!*

*SMACK!*

“After everything I did for you!”

*SMACK!*

“Why are you making me do this?!”

*SMACK!*

“WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

“Shtawp!...p-please!…” screamed a crying Phyl, as she finished wetting herself in Vicki’s pants. She limply held her hand back towards Vicki, weakening trying to block her arm in a panic.

Vicki’s vision had gone so red that she didn’t even realize that the level of pain she was inflicting on Phyl had caused her to piss her pants. She looked at her hand, which was bright red from fingertip to palm. It started to sting as her heart rate calmed down.

A mixture of salty tears, bubbling snot, and frothy spittle formed in a pool around Phyl’s face as she lay face down on the changing table, unable to find the energy to lift herself up from her own indignity. It was over. She was physically, mentally, and spiritually beaten.

Vicki slowly lifted Phyl up as she stood up from the table and held her in close, giving her a big hug. She didn’t care one bit that Phyl’s urine-soaked lower half was pressed up against her body. “Mommy...hates to have to do that, Philly.” She separated herself from Phyl just enough to look her in the eyes. “Mommy. That’s what I am. Do you understand?”

Phyl could do nothing but shiver in Vicki’s arms, locked in place by fear. She had no right to try to escape anymore. She was pathetic and she deserved to be stuck here.

Still, this was unfortunately not the response Vicki wanted. With no indication of yes, Phyl was helpless to quell Vicki’s rage as it started to heat up again. Only this time, the rage didn’t boil over into violence. Instead, Vicki’s sincerity dissolved into a terrifying smirk.

“Oh, Philly,” said Vicki, breaking from this hug entirely. Without Vicki’s support, Phyl fell backward, hanging onto the edge of the changing table. In mere seconds, Vicki had done away with the ill-fitting adult clothing Phyl had fashioned for herself. “I think dress-up time is over. No more big girl pants for you.”

Phyl was once again stripped of her rank as adult. Vicki looked down on her expedient work in satisfaction. She snickered, “You know, this reminds me a lot of your first day here when you wet yourself all over Michael when he shaved you. Hehehe!”

Phyl eyelids pinched closed, not wanting to relive a second of that traumatic day. Closing her eyes was a big mistake, though, as Vicki took the opportunity to scoop her up and sit down once more on the changing table with Phyl in her lap.

“And still you think you’re not a baby?” questioned Vicki sarcastically. “Hmmm... tell you what. If you can look me in the eye and confidently tell me, with no tears, that you are not a baby before I finish your change...I’ll let you go.”

Phyl’s eyes shot open. Just hearing the temptation of freedom was enough to get Phyl’s heart racing. And yet...she knew. She knew in the back of her mind that it was too good to be true. Looking into Vicki’s confident, snarky glare was all Phyl needed to know to understand that temptation was her greatest weapon. The ability to tease freedom, only to rip it away like a cat holding a mouse’s tail and letting it squirm to try to get away.

Phyl opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t force a single word out. She could do nothing but sit on Vicki’s lap and patiently wait as Vicki pulled a few wet wipes out and got to work. She was so shaken and so utterly defeated that she had nothing left to fight with. Combined with that was the fact that Vicki was already well into the change, Phyl’s dream of ever returning to the real world was turning out to be nothing more than that, a dream.

“I…” muttered Phyl, before she was cut off by her own breath. Meanwhile, Vicki was thoroughly wiping down Phyl’s private parts, making it even harder for the poor girl to speak. It was all just too much. The fear and helplessness, mixed in with the sudden arousal she was experiencing caused her to hit her wall. She burst into tears once more. “I...c-can’t…”

With Phyl fully cleaned up, Vicki proceeded to change her into a new diaper, taking even less time than the last one did, and all while keeping Phyl on her lap, as if to feel some sense of accomplishment to be able to pull it off. “I think that’s a new record! I’ve evolved into a professional Mommy, haven’t I?” Vicki joked. She sat Phyl up in her lap and used a wet wipe to clean off her face, before pulling her close for another hug. She pets the back of her head as Phyl wept into her shoulder, finding it oddly comforting after the brutal beating she’d just faced. She may have lost, but at least it was over.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

“Vicki! I’m back!” shouted Michael from the other side of the door.

Vicki smiled as she hopped off the changing table, hoisted Phyl onto her hip and, exited the nursery towards the main entrance. “Daddy’s home!” she said in a playful tone.

Phyl was dumbfounded. Weren’t they in a fight when Michael left? Why was Vicki happy that he was back? It hit Phyl like a ton of brick for just how much of this whole charade was actually staged.

Vicki quickly did away with the locks, grabbing the key from up on a high shelf only a few feet from the door itself. Escape was so close, yet it might as well have been the moon to Phyl and Jenna.

Speaking of which, when Michael entered the door, who other than Phyl’s recently absconded sister would be subdued over his shoulder. He tossed Jenna into a chair at the dining table and silently took his seat across from her, before pulling her onto his lap and proceeding to give her a rough spanking than even Phyl had received.

It turned out that Vicki wasn’t the only one with a mess of pent-up aggression, as Michael laid into Jenna for everything, from making a deal with Frank and her general disobedience, to blaming her for being a terrible influence on Phyl. He rattled off each hit so fast that Phyl’s eyes could barely keep up.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

“AHHHHH! FUCK-OW! FUCK YOU!” Jenna’s screaming and squealing echoed throughout the kitchen, as did each painful smack that met her ass cheeks. She kicked and clawed, trying to wiggle out of this with everything she had left. She was so close to escaping. It couldn’t end like this.

Phyl could only look on, wanting nothing more than to intervene, but knowing if she even attempted, she could expect more of the same, if not worse. That knowledge didn’t stop her from feeling incredibly guilty that everything was being blamed on Jenna, especially when escape was her idea.

And it wasn’t like Jenna didn’t try to convince them of that, “Stop! You d-don’t understa-OUCH! I-It was all Phyl’s idea! AHHH!” Her protests only brought on even more intense swats from Michael’s seemingly unfeeling hand. She tried to hold strong, but it wasn’t long before she was bawling and begging for another chance to be good, “I’m sorry! I’ll be good jus-AHHHHH! Please stop!!!” Vicki laughed at Jenna’s total collapse, enjoying every second of her misery.

Once the spanking came to an end, Michael was exhausted, but not yet satisfied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long rectal thermometer, spitting on the end of it while making unwavering eye contact with Jenna. He savored every second of Jenna’s pained expressions as he worked the cold, saliva-lubricated stick into Jenna’s tight butthole Phyl felt her own butthole clench upon seeing it, having memories of that thing insert into her own bum.

Jenna writhed on top of Michael’s lap, trying to wiggle away to remove the cold, stiff thermometer that had been so roughly shoved into her posterior. “Y-you both are f-fucked up! THIS IS FUCKING EVIL! AHHHHH!!!”

Michael brought down another hand on Jenna’s butt, this time holding it in place and gripping Jenna’s ass cheek hard. “You know...I tried Jenna. I tried really fucking hard to make this work,” he said, digging his nails into Jenna’s butt while stirring the thermometer in tiny circles, “But you just had to make everything such a god damn challenge! Nothing I could ever do for you was ever going to make you happy! I give up!”

After an antagonistically long minute, Michael removed the thermometer. He then rolled Jenna off of his lap, pushing her onto the floor. “You win,” he said to Vicki, in a low, monotone voice,  “I’m through with her. She’s all yours.”

Vicki promptly settled Phyl into the high chair sitting in the corner of the dining room and marched over to Jenna, picking her up off of the floor and forcing her to stand on unstable legs. “I hate you...so much.” she said through gritted teeth, “I don’t even want to spank you for this! I just want you gone! You don’t want to be here! Fine! Get the fuck out!” She pointed to the front door and looked away, never wanting to see the tattoo artist ever again.

Jenna was awestruck. Did Vicki really just tell her she could leave? It was too good to be true...right? She looked over at Michael and then back at Vicki, as neither made any moves to subdue her or to relock the door. Slowly she inched her way over to the door and reached for the handle.

“J-Jenna?!” panted Phyl, whose eyes were yet again growing moist. Being trapped here was terrible, but the thought of having to endure it alone again was haunting.

Never had Jenna found it so difficult to turn a doorknob. “I...I’m sorry, Phyl,” was all she could say before opening the door and sprinting out.

Unfortunately, Jenna only made it about two steps before running headfirst into the wall that was Frank, who was ready to welcome her with open arms. He lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a fireman.

“NOOOO! LET ME GO YOU FUCKIN-MMMMMFFF!!!” screamed Jenna at the top of her lungs, before she was abruptly cut off by a pacifier being unceremoniously shoved into her mouth and tied around her head by Vicki.

Vicki flashed a toothy smile as she petted Jenna on the head. “You stupid slut. Did you really think we’d let you go so you can run off to the police? No, no, my dear, since you clearly don’t want Michael and I to raise you, Frank has graciously volunteered to take responsibility for you. Maybe once he has you properly trained, we can arrange a playdate.” She booped Jenna on the nose before leading Frank through the house to the nursery.

“Pwease Wicki! Pwease don!” Jenna’s muffled cries fell on deaf ears. Suddenly, her already sore backside received another sharp sting, shutting her up instantly.

“That’s much better,” said Frank, smacking her bottom one more time for good measure, “That mouth will be the first big hurdle, huh?”

They both laughed as they entered the infamous nursery. This would be the last time Phyl would see Jenna for a long time. Michael carried her off in the opposite direction, bringing her into the bedroom and laying her down on the large, memory foam mattress. It was the first time Phyl had been in a real bed since she had been brought here. She tried to fight the urge to sleep, knowing if she didn’t do something now, Jenna would be gone from her life, possibly forever.

But...what could she do. She was a baby. A helpless, little baby. In a matter of minutes, she was snoring against Michael’s arm.

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Jenna snored in her new car seat as Frank closed the rear door of his recently purchased minivan. She was fully dressed up in a lavender onesie with two thick, nighttime diapers underneath.

“If any of this ever gets out, we’re all going down,” said Vicki candidly. She wanted there to be absolute clarity on this point. “You know that, right?”

“I do,” said Frank firmly, holding out his hand.

Vicki took it and squeezed it as hard as she could, forcing the grown man to his knees. He may have been taller than Vicki, but she was definitely stronger. “Good, now get the fuck out of here, and don’t come back.” She threw his arm down at him and walked back into her house, slamming the door behind her.

Frank picked himself up and dusted himself off. “What a psycho,” he said to himself, holding his hand close to his chest as he scurried into his car and drove off into the night.

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“And chances are if he asks for a glass of milk,” said Vicki in an enthusiastic, yet whispering voice as she turned to the last page of the book, “he’s going to want a cookie to go with. The end.” She folded the book shut, and leaned over to give Phyl a kiss on the cheek. She then looked up at Michael next to her, who gave her a gentle smile.

Tucked in between her two captors, Phyl really did feel like a kid again, as memories of lying with her own parents in their bed came flooding in. She winced at Vicki’s kiss, finding it far more agreeable than the whipping she’d been given earlier. “I...I’m sorry...for today,” she said earnestly, seeing just how far good behavior and gratitude could get her.

It appeared to do the trick as both Vicki and Michael swooped down to snuggle her, causing a few uncontrollable giggles to squeak out.

“It’s okay, Phylly. Mommy and Daddy know it was all that mean girl, Jenna,” said Vicki, smushing Phyl’s cheeks between her hands, “Just you wait, I’ll find you the right baby sister in no time!”

Vicki reached over and turned off her bedside lamp, stopping and turning back to Phyl, “Now what do we say at bedtime, sweetheart?”

Phyl looked at the blankets, blushing hard. “Good night, Mommy. I…” she struggled to muscle herself to finish without another onset of tears, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Phylly,” said Vicki, giving her a warm smile, “Let’s have a great day tomorrow, together.” And with those words, the room went dark.

“Good night, baby girl.”

THE END???