A Passion for Professional Development – Chapter 3

But clearly, Linda was only beginning.

Her malicious smile deepened at the sight of the sobbing young woman bound before her. It was clearly exactly what she wanted. Yet a year's worth of hatred, hurt, and festering malice couldn't be so easily satisfied – not by a long shot. So even as the unfortunate Sherri lay there, bound and helpless in nothing but her swollen and filthy diaper, Linda thirsted for more.

Which, unfortunately enough for her husband, meant that he was about to receive her undivided and vindictive attention.

"Up, ya big baby," she barked, once Harrison's strong fingers had unfastened the bonds that held her captive. "Get your smelly ass up and ready to help. What, you're crying about a shitty little mess in your pants? And here I thought you wanted that diaper!"

"No- nuh, please-" Sherri spluttered thickly, stumbling to her feet at last and realizing now that while she was finally free of the spreader bar that had prevented her from walking, the swollen weight of her filthy, enema-filled diaper made her even less likely to come out of her comically splayed-leg posture. "Linda, please- it's so gross! I- I gotta get it off- Please-"

"No can do," Linda returned evenly, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Sherri's cuffed hands fumbling downward at the diaper tapes at her waist. "Bitch, you even try to take that off, and you'll wish you'd never been born! Harrison, why don't you help her keep those hands out of mischief?"

For a moment the naked young woman cowered back in fear, frightened that the hooded and burly fellow looming over her was about to do her violence. But all that happened was a quick jerk at her waist… a tearing sound… and a harsh, quickly intensifying constricting sensation around her midriff as first one, then two, then a third and a fourth and a fifth wrap of garish pink duct tape snaked their way around her waist. The diaper's own tapes disappeared, lost beneath an uncompromising layer of adhesive and tough plastic. And as he finished with a flourish and a final tug, she stared helplessly: first down at her bound and imprisoned waist, then up in fearful disgust at Linda's gloating face.

"See? Now, enough nonsense, you big baby. Listen: you're gonna help me get this bastard hubbie of mine fixed up right. And if you don't want to – if you try to fight me, or beg me to let you go one more time – well, you simply won't get out of that shitty diaper until tomorrow. Simple as that!"

Given the harsh tone, anyone might have quailed. But after what she had just gone through, poor Sherri could hardly nod fast or hard enough. "Yes- yes, ma'am," she faltered, eyes dropping shamefully to meet Calvin's wide-eyed stare, then swerving uncomfortably away. She couldn't risk teeing this psychopathic bitch off, after all. She had to comply. Had to obey. Had to do anything – anything – to get out of this mucky and horrifying nightmare.

Even if it meant helping said psychopathic bitch torment her erstwhile lover.

And so it began. "You know, I never thought he was that terribly attractive," Linda remarked coolly, dropping to one knee and gazing appraisingly over the prone, bound and gagged form of her naked husband. "That's why for a long time I never even worried about him cheating. You know, who'd want him?" She poked forcefully at his flabby tummy, then his limp and unimpressive penis. "Hey, you. Baby bitch. Why the hell did you start fucking him, anyway? Why him, of all people?"

"Uh- uhmm…" Sherri began, caught off guard. She shifted uneasily, trying not to let her skin-crawling discomfort at the sodden diaper around her most sensitive parts show. "Well, um… he is my boss…"

"Your boss, hmm? Ah, so that's how it is. It's power you're fucking, not looks." It was a comment more than a question, and as she raised her head and gestured Harrison over, the look on Linda's face indicated that she was almost amused at the reply. "Well, then – why don't we take care of both while we're at it?"

From the large tray of instruments in Harrison's outstretched hand came a single safety razor. "No more hair, for starters," Linda smirked, her smile deepening as the blades tugged and bit at the hairs around the defenseless fellow's exposed belly. "Not here, not down there, not anywhere. Harrison, give the baby bitch a razor and put her to work."

Well, what could Sherri do but comply?

It was brutal work and complicated, what with Calvin's flinching and moaning at every snag, and with having to adjust the bondage to shave even the tiniest and most intimate crevice of his body. But finally the two women were done: Sherri staring remorsefully over his smooth and reddened skin, and Linda cackling in satisfaction. "Good, good! Now then, Harrison – where the fuck is that collar?"

Collar?! Sherri stared in fascinated revulsion as a thick, gleaming silver band approached, held fast in Harrison's gloved hands. "Here you are, ma'am," he offered, and as Linda took it, Sherri was shocked to see it hinge silently open, just wide enough for a neck to slip through. "Perfect," Linda purred, and gave a knowing sneer down at her silenced husband. "You couldn't ever be bothered to wear your wedding band, you bastard. Guess what? I've finally found something we both might like better. Something far more… visible. And far more permanent."

It slipped noiselessly shut around his defenseless neck, and after a minute of fiddling with the screw, Linda straightened in triumph. "There – take that, you cheating asshole! Oh, and before you get any brainy ideas about removing it… it's impossible without the special tool. You're stuck with it now, like it or not. And lest you think it's just a little trinket… watch this."

She beckoned Harrison over, who now held a smartphone dutifully in one hand. "See this blip on the map?" Linda queried, watching in obvious delight as her two captives stared in unwilling anxiety at the map displayed on the glowing screen. "It's a GPS tracker, bitch. Built right in to that collar. So wherever you go, whatever you do… I'll know."

Sherri gulped, shifting uneasily on her haunches, the filthy mass hanging between her splayed thighs. This was getting intense! Poor Calvin- he'd be stuck with that? God, how humiliating! Though at least it wasn't a freaking diaper…

"And now for something even more important."

From the tray now came another device – one even more terrifying, once Sherri's bewildered brain could make sense of it. That strange, downward curve… that circular clip, and that hasp-like lock… Oh god! It- it couldn't be-

But it was. "I think we all know why this little beauty is needed," Linda rapped out, holding it aloft before the struggling and frantically gurgling Calvin's eyes. "You're a cheating, whoring bastard. You can't keep your cock out from where it doesn't belong, so I'll take care of that for you." And then, after a dramatic pause, she glanced slyly at the dumbfounded Sherri. "Go on. Put it on him, you little bitch. If you ever want to get that fresh diaper, you're gonna get that thing clamped on him now."

And Sherri, cowed and terrified of disobeying, fumbled frantically to comply.

"There!" Linda cackled, once the second and final lock had clicked resolutely into place, leaving his imprisoned penis and balls trapped in their brand-new metal-and-plastic prison. "Though, look: I know horny bastards like you need a bit of relief now and then. I'm not completely heartless, after all! So come on, Harrison. Let's spread those legs of his once more…"

The scene that followed was like something out of a nightmare for Sherri: the sight of Calvin being flopped helplessly over, his bare buttocks exposed and his shaven legs spread wide, and Linda gleefully donning a rubber glove and fingering his ass with sadistic abandon while he moaned and twitched helplessly before her. "What a squirmy little pussy-ass bitch!" she snarled at last, forcing a disconcertingly girthy plug gleaming with lube part of the way into his quivering asshole. "Come on, relax for me. Unless you want it to hurt…"

And then, after a series of muffled groans and screams from the wearer, it was in: a thick, practically impossible to dislodge, anal plug.

"Now to try it out!" And before Sherri could do more than glance up in surprise, she found the still-masked Harrison dutifully jamming some obscene kind of giant, cock-shaped pacifier between her parted lips. "Go on, bitch. Give it a suck. You better, or…"

She did. And the muffled squeal and kicking of the bound Calvin's legs testified to the startlingly intense results of her action.

"It's simple," Linda explained, with all the aplomb of a supervillain embarking on their mid-showdown monologue. "Teledildonics, they call it. The more our pathetic little shitty-pants bitch here sucks on her precious dummy, the more my little bitch of a husband gets vibed in the ass." She giggled and rose to her feet, towering imposingly over Sherri's squatting form. "See? You love sucking on things, he loves getting pleasured by a woman… it's a win-win for everyone involved!"

"Now… why don't we give you a chance to practice?"

So it was that, before Sherri could do more than emit a muffled, disgusted little protest behind the false phallus filling her mouth, Harrison and Linda were tugging her along… propelling her backward… and forcing her down, with an audible squish and groan of disgust, into a long reclining deck chair set against the room's back wall.

"What? You wanted a nice relaxing holiday with your boss," Linda scolded, watching in derisive scorn while her dutiful Harrison bound her still-cuffed wrists and kicking ankles fast to the chair. "Just lay back and relax, shitty-pants! Just suck on your dummy and focus on pleasuring your ass of a boss – or rather, your boss's ass." She chortled over her awful pun, her eyes flicking over to the feebly struggling and audibly gurgling form still lying on the floor in the middle of the room. "And don't worry! I'm sure it's thirsty work, so we'll make damn well sure you get plenty to drink. Harrison…?"

Sherri sagged back in the chair, dismayed at the horrific sensation of the lukewarm, squishing mass beneath her. The pacifier wasn't so bad, of course: humiliating, but nothing like that dildo earlier. It was this liquidy, goopy sensation of her own waste and enema water that was sending shivers crawling up and down her naked spine. There was only one way out, she reflected, giving a final and completely fruitless tug at her restraints. She had to please Linda, and that meant pleasuring Calvin.

Which in turn meant sucking on this pacifier like her life depended on it.

Not even when Harrison reentered the room, a fresh enema bag suspended from the pole he wheeled beside him, did she slacken her pace. "See? A nice, fizzy drink – just like champagne!" Linda teased, watching with obvious relish while Harrison affixed the tube to the front of the dildo pacifier. "See? Now drink it all up, baby. Can't have you getting dehydrated…"

Whether that was her intent or not, Sherri didn't dare guess. All she knew was that the liquid now spurting into her mouth was most certainly not champagne. It wasn't awful, per se, but the lemony and fizzy taste couldn't begin to fully mask the bitterness beneath. There was something strange in it. Something medicated, perhaps…

But she had to get out of this god-awful mess of a diaper. She was legitimately thirsty. And whatever this stuff might do to her… well, that would be a problem for future Sherri, wouldn't it?

And so… she gulped. And sucked. And gulped again. Over… and over… and over again, while the plaintive whimpers of her squirming, well-plugged, well-vibed boss echoed through the room…

(To be continued!)